OK well the "less is more" routine is starting to turn a little ragged at the edges...
Last week was diabolical - very busy, in fact almost surreal, and I scheduled two runs, but managed only one. Thursday was intervals day, but my car broke down twice :mad:, the first time quite some distance from home, and the second time I just chucked in the towel and had it towed to my mechanic for repairs (all fixed now I'm pleased to say). But that kind of disruption in a busy schedule sort of throws the run into the bin, so no run Thursday.
I was however feeling really really good for my long run on Sunday. I was scheduled 20km, but felt great and put on my "25km" head (as per Sweder's instructions in my February thread) and bowled along brilliantly for 15km. But then it rapidly went pear-shaped. I hit the wall at 18.5km, stopped for a banana and just couldn't get going again. I felt up until that point (and again now) more than fit enough to do 25km, and can only think that I simply ran out of fuel. It had been a horrendously busy week, with long hours at work and a new (old) house requiring renovation in my "spare" time. The fact that not long after I pulled out at 18km I lay down on the floor at home and slept for half an hour where I lay suggests to me I was just dog-tired. In hindsight I also doubt that I'd eaten enough during the week, quite apart from working too hard and not sleeping enough. Hardly the ideal marathon preparation...
Anyway, 18.5km isn't too far off the actual scheduled 20km, so all's not lost. But next Sunday's 25km is going to have to be a good one. Wish me luck viewers, I'll be needing it. :o
Actually last week was supremely surreal, so I'm not surprised very little went to plan. Wednesday was a good example. Most of my 13 hours at work consisted of pouring over incredibly tedious codec data and statistics, analysing sequence packet errors, misconfigured packets and dropped IP connections; and then hassling our IT department to actually get the problem that caused all this fixed. Then after work I spent an hour on a packed train with social drop-kicks and totally fed up commuters. The surreal bit was that sandwiched in between those two things I got to spend a few minutes with Tina Arena. Working in the media I get to meet these kinds of people on occasion, but this was unusual in that I actually had quite a conversation with her, and it just contrasted totally with a day full of codec errors and TCP/IP frustration. Then of course on the train home I just wanted to ask people at random "Are you a Tina Arena fan?" (I didn't of course).
The musical treats continued over the next few days as it happens, with Ben Lee, Gary Puckett and Natalie Imbruglia passing through my hands. And in case you're wondering, Tina was nothing like her videos portray: she is in reality a very hard-nosed determined lady who doesn't take fools and idiots lightly (fortunately she didn't place me in that category).
So not much running to write about, but a bizarre week to muse over!
Marred March, or: Tina Arena and me.
