5:30 a.m. - 3.5 mile jog. Nice and easy, again. All the muscles in my left hamstring were giving it some big chat this morning: 'Slow down fatso.' 'Why we carrying Biceps Femoris?' 'Come on, lad - slow down. Walk. I've got some news for you, kidda, there isn't a sinlge soul getting out of this place alive. So stop and walk. Go home and get back into bed.' 'Tis futile, all this jogging malarkey, so it is.' Of course, I soldiered on.
While I was plodding along I saw the hill I'm going to use for my first session of reps. It's a beautiful boreen (there's a new word for you, lads) that snakes up a hill for about 1.5 miles. Gentle but toughish. My first session will be 6-8 x300m on this baby. I'll build up to 10x300m and then look at doing some longer stuff on it. First though, I've got to get back into some steady running. It'll probably be late January before the hill and I go toe to toe.
I took Andrea's advice on the old hammy injury and did some cross training this morning. In fact, I didn't have any choice in the matter. Her-in-doors told me to clean the windows. I went at it like a good-un. Super sets. No recovery between windows. Form needs a bit of work - streaks running down every window of the house; got a feeling she'll have me out there again tomorrow. Ho hum.
Anyway, come here and listen to this: wolfed down some of the cheaper creamy caramel ice cream last night. Had it with pukka American pancakes, so I did. How about that? Pukka American pancakes. Made in China, so they were.
Come here, there's more... made a batch of health bars this morning. Get a pen and write this down, cause these are where it's at, ladies. Oats, milled flax seed and goji berries, pumkin seeds and sunflower seeds and sesame seeds, chopped organic apple, Chia bia, a good few dollops of organic probiotic yoghurt, and oodles and oodles and oodles of cinnamon all mixed together. Fudge into a batch of bars and let them set in the fridge for about half an hour plus. Oh ladies, I'm telling you - tickle your toes and sneeze and then tell me you believe in Bam-Bam Bars. Oooochy-coochy-ow-ah . Oh yeah. | 