7:30 a.m. 8 miles recovery run. Legs know they've done some work this week. But here's some big news for you: I'm going to learn to drive. Ho, ho. Beware if you're on holiday in Ireland - Bam might be on the road. Yep, at the age of 47 I've decided to have another go at learning to drive. Why? So I can drive the 20 or so miles over to Castleisland to use the track. There are other reasons too but the track's the catalyst for change. There is no running track in Tralee, in fact, there are very few in Ireland.
I did start learning to drive in my early thirties. I took my test three times and failed each time - obviously. The first test I thought I'd made it, but no. Failed because of many small things and a general lack of confidence. On my second (with a massive hangover) I failed because I let go of the wheel on a roundabout and screamed, thinking the truck on my inside was going to smash into me. The examiner wasn't too pleased. The third time, I was having a blinder. The examiner told me to pull over and then told me to drive on. I came to a junction and waited for instructions. It was a dual carriageway and I should've just driven straight onto it. He told me he was taking me back to the centre to pass me. He'd told me to pull over so I would see the sign showing the dual carriageway. After this, I gave up.
Anyway, off to read The Rules Of The Road - if anybody tries to overtake me I'll spike them.
6:00 p.m. 6 miles. 3 miles w/u, drills, 8x8 sec's hill sprints off 2min rec, 3 miles w/d.
Great session - can feel the speed coming and it helped cleared the fatigue from the legs. Easy run tomorrow morning and then a threshold session to round off the week.
It's time to plonk myself on the sofa for the Olympics. | 