June 1, 2008 at 11:34 pm · Filed under 100 mile Challenge, Juneathon, Running
I rolled out of bed at 11 this morning, an all time record, and stumbled from mattress to the wii fit board where I proceeded to run the long distance course. Long distance note, that’s the advanced setting.
My mum’s mii overtook me within the first stretch and I had to start sprinting on the spot to retake the lead. My controller fell out of my waist band under the exertion and a 60 year old cartoon character passed me for the second time. By the time I retrieved it and continued to the finish line she’d lapped me.
How humiliating?
The wii informs me that I’m a VERY good runner though so I’m happy. I almost forgave it for screaming when I climbed on the board this morning. It told me to step up and then squealed “ouch” and after weighing me, squeaked “too high!” Cheeky little……
This afternoon I began to worry that perhaps my wii fit run wouldn’t be accepted under the exacting Juneathon rules and so decided a proper run is required until I can seek verification. I’m having a tube station aversion though so I head out on my old familiar riverside route where I promptly pull my calf and have to hobble my way around the 3k route.
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February 18, 2008 at 9:43 pm · Filed under Rambling, Running
The weekend was supposed to be slothful and despite a few forgivable false starts I am still left wondering what the heck went wrong. How could I arrive back home and find myself sitting here on my sofa with multiple athletic injuries?
I arrived at Rach’s house on Friday and was immediately forced aboard the cross trainer to build up an appetite for the evenings festivities. A whole 4 calories later the Chinese take away arrived and I was allowed to kick back and enjoy my crispy shredded beef. Later, under a drunken haze I was introduced to the Nintendo wii and challenged to a ten pin bowling showdown.
Now, I have read books on ten pin bowling so like to think of myself as a bit of a bowling rockstar, you can’t just challenge me and expect to be let off lightly. Three hours later I was still calling for a rematch and was only persuaded to lay down my plastic bowling ball for a showing of the latest L Word episode (a particularly good one I have to add!).
I was up again at dawn practising on the alleys, Rach didn’t know what had hit her. Unfortunately she still beat me so I practised more while she slept. The next morning I had perfected the technique, I could get my ball to stay out of the gutter and actually managed to topple a few skittles. This perfection came at a cost though. By this point I could barely carry the weight of my own arms, I would yell out in pain every time I sent the ball bouncing towards her tv screen and even managed to pull my left hamstring as I adopted the power crouch position. I was glad to go home for a rest!
Back at home today I planned to sneak in my long run between meetings at work, they were held 10 miles apart and I thought I could probably pull off the distance quicker if I avoided public transport. I was aware of my rather tender arm situation and knew that carrying a water bottle was off limits so packed the bladder into my backpack. Setting off on a light trot down the canal I was reminded what a gruelling weekend it had been. I had to tie my arms into my rucksac just to hold them up, my triceps and deltoids were completely shot and I would have signed myself up for a full body cast at the drop of a hat.
Just to add insult to injury or even more injury to injury, my toe nail has started to peel off again. I sellotaped it up this morning in the hopes that it would help but I think I over tightened it. Even before I started running it felt like someone had dropped a darn bowling ball on my toe, I could feel every beat of my heart pounding through my nail bed. It’s like Japanese water torture.
My long run turned into a rather lame short run with a very long walk attached and I blame Rach and that silly little console.
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