So the "old man" is having a night of from his blog. I'm his chimp, the inner voice, the sensible part of his brain that keeps him in check. I mean come on. Who is this 53 year non-athlete trying to kid on? In 143 days time he thinks he will run 100 miles yet at this stage he's struggling to run 15 miles. After 2 weeks of "man flu" (weak excuse for a cold) he runs 15 miles and the next day gets destroyed with squats and lunges. Struggles in the pool two days later and does bugger all before heading out to Chatelherault on Saturday to drag his sorry ass round 3 laps. He was complaining that on the third lap the top of his calf was hurting behind his knee so when he woke up this morning and it was tight, he crapped out of a run. During a wimpy turbo session he struggled to get his heart rate up and this was followed by a short yoga session. Then the pain starts at the tip of his knee. What a wreck.
OK chimp that's enough. Back in your cage and shut up. It happening. 147 days and I will be completing 100 miles with the fabulous support of my pals while raising money for Maggie's Cancer Caring Centres. You see that's what you don't get chimp. If you have a cause you care for, you'd go the extra (100) mile for then aches and pains don't matter. I'm being sensible, it's an old age thing, in order to make the startline. Better to get their injury free and not as fit as you'd like than injured and not starting. I put you in your box in the desert when I could hardly walk for pain. In the Highland Fling my body failed at the end but the mission was achieved - so f@@k off, it's happening. I need to build the training slowly. So I might not be training with my pals so much as I'd like to because this is only going to work, at my pace. As for the chimp, you need a change of attitude and I'm going to sort that for you.
Sunday, 25 January 2015
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