A toughy, but a goody

At present, it seems its all about riding... the last 2 weeks I have ridden further than ever before... which although gives me a real sense of achievement is also bloody hard work!

Last week we went out to McLaren Vale and back, about an 80km round trip... stopped for coffee half way - as seems to be the way it goes. I don't know about this caffeine business. Talk about uncomfortable the whole way home. I have a tiny bladder at the best of times!!

This week we extended it a bit further and went to Willunga... an extra 10km each way so I managed to clock over the 100km mark for the first time ever. Its a real sense of achievement. I felt really great afterwards, as well as through my ride which was very pleasing. I think I must be made for distance work.... ask me to do sprint work and I will baulk at it, but anything with some distance just sounds like a challenge!

So after nearly 5 hours in the saddle (the last little bit one of our group was cramping so we had a bit of a plod back to drop him home) I was famished. Got home and put on the old compression gear and absolutely monstered a turkey salad sandwich... what a great way to spend a Sunday hey?

Who's up for next week?

Sometimes it just hurts!

This one hurt!!! 32 Degrees, 10km of suck it up princess and keep running. That said, Im thankful for the running that I can do as it won't last forever. I felt like I was running at an absolute plod! Last night in bed my legs kept doing that "nearly cramping" thing so I spent a fair portion of the night waking up!! Bugger.

I haven't done a 'long' run in a while (back in the day... 10km wasn't a long run) but the plan after my ankle is reconstructed is for 10km to again become a fairly regular sort of distance again. To train for and complete my half marathon and then go from there...

Friends of ours just ran the New York Marathon - I was inspired by what they did. One day deciding that they wanted to run a marathon, they began the training and got stuck in. Heading to NY they had no expectations of actually running the whole way, but on arriving at the race thats just what they did. Ran the WHOLE 42km. Isn't that insane? 42km. Its the challenge. The challenge drives me, the aftermath hurts, and the memories and sense of achievement last for years. Bring it!