September was not my
best month! It started off well with a
lovely relaxing week in Ibiza which was my first week off since forever…well
last year really. Then I came back ready
to get focused carry on with the swimming, cycling and getting down to some
serious training before my key race Robin Hood half marathon.
And that is where
things started to go downhill; since forever I have been thinking, talking
about cycling to my parents' house. I have run it many times and the last time,
I ran along the cycle route and I was excited about trying it out.
The short version of
this story is that I had a collision with a Bee; which made me I fall off my
bike, had to be rescued by my knight in shining armour, get patched up by the
angles at the Walk in Centre and then be ridiculed by my friends and family
alike (once of course, they knew I wasn't too badly injured). I really can’t wait for the ambulance chasers
call me up with "had an accident that wasn’t your fault" :)
So due to my injures
this meant I wasn't able to go swimming, because of the nasty open wound on my
elbow, and it was a perfect excuse not to do any speed work… I fell of my bike
you know
My next calamity
happened because I just wasn't thinking; as I mentioned earlier my key race
this, but it had been demoted to get around and survive. The main reason for this was that I simply
hadn’t put in the key running sessions what with, training for the triathlon, the falling off my bike and always taking the easy option on club night.
So race day came and
although I felt undertrained, I was well prepared in terms of kit…no
missing running bra or running trainers this time - that was a relief. Little did I know at the time I had already made my biggest mistake of
the day, simply by putting my bra on!
Now your running
bras, ladies, are like your trainers after around 300-400 miles they start to lose their elasticity and
you need to replace them and this was the reason that I had chosen today of all the days to were a new running
bra, this was not only new new but really new as in a new model I had never
worn before…..YES I KNOW I committed the mortal sin of wearing something new on
race day.
For the first couple
of miles all was good….however after mile 3 I was in serious trouble, by mile 8
was agony and despite asking every one of the St Johns ambulance crews on route no one had any Vaseline to
spare :(
Although I was very
uncomfortable to say the very least, there was a reminder that there will be
other people who might be having a worse day; case and point was right in front
of me a lady who err umm how does one say this…was having a worse day than me
and the evidence was running down the back of her legs. I have to say this did spur me on a little if
not in the least to get away as no one wants to be caught on camera with that
in either the fore or back ground.
My last few miles
were very uncomfortable and I admit the thought of taking my bra off
did cross my mind, but the damage had been done and the best thing I could do
would be to get to the finish ASAP, take the dam thing off. But if you have
ever suffered with third degree chafedge you know that taking the offending
article of clothing off is not the end of the story, there is the horror of the
shower and putting clothes back on! Needless to say the following weeks after
Nottingham were very uncomfortable and not very supportive ;)
What followed for
the rest of September was a terrible sore throat, followed a week later by a
stinking head cold. So I can honestly say that it September has been pretty
shitty really, in terms of my health!
I am approaching
October optimistically :) watch this space
