Hard Times

It's been a difficult week, made harder by the fact that I'd convinced myself that this week was an easy week. I've had to change some of the sessions around due to work. So far I've done 23, rest day, 14 then 12. The 23 miler was grim. Gary bonked and I was pretty close; I felt a bit sick when I got home. For the runner, bonking is nothing to do with the Nedge Hill car park. It's when your muscles run out of fuel and can't do their job. Your legs feel like soggy spaghetti and you can't go on - the marathon runner's wall. All you can do is eat, rest and wish that you'd taken more fuel on board.

I've got the next two days off and then I'm back into the schedule again.

Ellen came out with me on her bike on Sunday for my 14 miler. She had a puncture and we had to leave the bike with some very kind people in a green oasis at the back of Woodside. Note to self, spare inner tubes are useless without a pump.

I've been doing some route planning over the weekend, trying to sort out the GPS. The course is MASSIVE. If you get a map of the Lakes and draw a line around the National Park, that's the route! We're off up to Ambleside at the end of the month for some practice. We should get some idea of pace which has been worrying me of late. If we go off too quick we won't finish. Ellen's decided that we'll do the whole of the 50 mile route over the Saturday and Sunday. We should be able to get the rest of the 100 done over the rest of the week.

The Spencer feet are starting to toughen up. Unfortunately, I've discovered that my rucksack rubs on both sides of my neck now that I'm not wearing my jacket in the warmer weather. So, more application of Leukotape should do the trick. By the end of the Summer, I'll have two white patches below my ears, as well as panda eyes.