I am officially irritated at myself, because I am officially probably ill. It is now New Years day and I have felt slightly achey, slightly sniffley and slightly monged since Christmas Eve. I’m just talented at pretending I’m not ill. Friend-Katherine found this great source of amusement since the day she picked up on it “I’m fine! I’m fine! I’m Michelle and I’m absolutely fiinneee *cough/splutter/sneeze.*” immitation is in fact her favourite mocking attempt.
As a result of my adamant denial, I’ve trained totally normally, in that I’ve completed every normal session till today. Last night, New Years, I proceeded to spend the night partying on the beach and I now officially feel like a mole that isn’t sure if it’s safe to come out of hiding.
To add to this, it has been three weeks since my trip over the curb and I still cannot run, and ankle still looks the wrong size. Similar to my ignoring being ill, I am also good at being too blase to actually give it some love/attention and ice it. Every time I ice the ankle in the evening it feels considerably better the next day, but no… stubborn me would rather ignore the stupid thing and let nature take its course. This will, I expect, take twice as long. I should probably go shove an ice brick on it right now.
All these short term self-irritations are actually only a tiny slice of the pie.
The real issue is that I don’t think I’m actually getting anywhere. At the start of new-programme I felt like I was seeing real improvment but I once again feel myself slipping into the rigmorol of just plowing through 1.5-2hrs training a day and being content to maintain something semi-decent. Not good.
I suppose it’s because I can’t actually do the run sessions, losing me 2 ‘quality’ sessions a week, which I’m replacing with turbo/swim sessions or cross training gym junk. This, of course, impacts upon the quality of my ‘quality’ swim and bike sessions, and everything murges into one.
Really need to get back to running..
Persevering with rest is a whole lot harder than persevering with slogging.
Persevering with blogging seems the only thing to do.