Tuesday night and it's speed training. This is good as it means a shorter session than a long run and Chelsea kick off at 19:45. This is bad as the session will hurt and I have a intense disliking for pain. When I get home there is some good news - George is staying at his nan's, this means I can get out on the run earlier and not worry about missing kick off. However before I can run I must pop round to Sharon's mum and drop off George's 2 frogs (soft toys not live amphibians) and his sleeping bag. When I get there George gives me a hug and kiss, grabs the frogs and says "Daddy do running now, bye bye" then followed it up with "Pull daddy's finger - farts!" before collapsing in laughter on the floor. I've no idea who taught him that. 10 minutes later I am outside the house ready to go. It's quarter mile warm up then 3 1.5 mile fast runs with quarter mile recovery. I use a route that neve takes me too far from the house and there are 2 long straights to make the speed work easier. I use the word easier in it's loosest sense. The first fast 1.5 miles is good and fairly comfortable, after the recovery jog the second 1.5 miles is a little tougher but ok. For the 3rd set I change the route slightly to give me about a mile straight where I can really push it. This is where it becomes hard and I have to really work to push the pace. The last half mile of fast running takes me passed 2 pubs, The Askew which I haven't been in for a while and then the Vic which I have been in recently. Both pubs look amazingly inviting, the thought of a pint of London Pride and maybe some chips momentarily make me smile then throw me into depression as I realise and accept these prizes will not be mine until at least Friday night. My Garmin tells me the fast section is over and now its a gentle jog home. Once home and showered I tuck into my wholewheat pasta and steamed chicken washed down with a diet coke. It's not exactly what I was dreaming of as I passed the pub but I know its what I should have. Now to top it all as I type this blog Juventus have just fecking scored, I'm going to stop now.
Tuesday 10 March 2009
Move over Dwain
Tuesday night and it's speed training. This is good as it means a shorter session than a long run and Chelsea kick off at 19:45. This is bad as the session will hurt and I have a intense disliking for pain. When I get home there is some good news - George is staying at his nan's, this means I can get out on the run earlier and not worry about missing kick off. However before I can run I must pop round to Sharon's mum and drop off George's 2 frogs (soft toys not live amphibians) and his sleeping bag. When I get there George gives me a hug and kiss, grabs the frogs and says "Daddy do running now, bye bye" then followed it up with "Pull daddy's finger - farts!" before collapsing in laughter on the floor. I've no idea who taught him that. 10 minutes later I am outside the house ready to go. It's quarter mile warm up then 3 1.5 mile fast runs with quarter mile recovery. I use a route that neve takes me too far from the house and there are 2 long straights to make the speed work easier. I use the word easier in it's loosest sense. The first fast 1.5 miles is good and fairly comfortable, after the recovery jog the second 1.5 miles is a little tougher but ok. For the 3rd set I change the route slightly to give me about a mile straight where I can really push it. This is where it becomes hard and I have to really work to push the pace. The last half mile of fast running takes me passed 2 pubs, The Askew which I haven't been in for a while and then the Vic which I have been in recently. Both pubs look amazingly inviting, the thought of a pint of London Pride and maybe some chips momentarily make me smile then throw me into depression as I realise and accept these prizes will not be mine until at least Friday night. My Garmin tells me the fast section is over and now its a gentle jog home. Once home and showered I tuck into my wholewheat pasta and steamed chicken washed down with a diet coke. It's not exactly what I was dreaming of as I passed the pub but I know its what I should have. Now to top it all as I type this blog Juventus have just fecking scored, I'm going to stop now.
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