Well, if I was worried about the diary being boring, this was the week to prove me wrong…
Monday morning greeted me with torrential rain and a feeling of being wiped out after my first week of training. Heeding my coach’s words of “the only way you will let me down is by not listening to your body”, I shuffled my sessions and took Monday off. (I hasten to add she said this in response to me saying I hoped I wouldn’t let her down, not becasue she’s some kind of crazed bully!)
Tuesday morning I went to muscle club, worked really hard and then went immediately to the sports specialist who promptly agreed that my hip problem was indeed a psoas issue and that I needed physio and strengthening. The knee, on the other had, needs scanned to check what state my dodgy old cartilage, menisucs and osteoarthritis are in. Heading there on Wednesday.
I finished the day by dragging myself out for a run just in time for my hairdresser’s appointment at 6:30pm. Poor woman, I stood outside her window stretching and then walked bright red and with sweaty hair. Nice. Surely, though, the only time anyone has ever come home from a run looking better than when they went out!!
Wednesday was to be the last good day before the really bad weather came in so I did my long hike. Only thing is that I went waaaaaaay longer than I was supposed to because a. it was really beautiful, b. I was stubbornly determined to finish the hike I had started the week before and c. as my husband had driven me to the start, there really was only one way home… End result: amazing hike, but very knackered me!
Thursday I took as a rest day and went to the physio, who hummed and hawed and decided he wasn’t sure about the psoas diagnosis but that he would know more within 3 sessions. To be continued…
Then all hell broke loose as both my husband and son tested positive for COVID and I had to cancel everything in the diary, inform everyone we’d seen and hunker us down for 10 days of quarantine. Turns out we all have different legal requirements for quarantine in this situation, which mean I don’t have to as I’ve had it in the last 6 months; my husband has to until 10 days after his first symptoms; my son and daughter 10 days after my son’s psoitive test but if my daughter tests negative after 7 days she can go back to school… FFS.
Friday I quite frankly did not make time for training, it was a complicated day and I just didin’t…
Satruday my first treadmill session thanks to the dire weather plus an hour of yin yoga. Today an hour’s blast up the hill on my ebike, trying not to get killed on the way down by the kamikaze dog darting in front of me.
Tomorrow is our only good day of weather this week as the rain and snow are making themselves quite at home so I am out long hiking in the morning. Quite nice to be the only one allowed out and about!
Two weeks of kids at home as half term starts for one on Friday. Let’s see how the training discipline holds up!!
Total hours training: 7:35
PS Two sick men in the house is no laughing matter… ;-) They’re both feeling a bit bleurgh but thankfully nothing too dire.