May Survive...

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Cheers anlu, EG - much appreciated.

This evening's run however, quite to the contrary was nothing to be proud of at all. After a day of bouncing around all over the place feeling quite brilliant, I was actually really looking forward to this evening's 5km leg-loosener. I jumped on the treadmill as soon as I got home and immediately ran into a storm of protest from hamstrings, calf muscles, ankles and a lead-weighted muscle fatigue that sprang out of nowhere.

It was ugly; bizarrely much tougher than the weekend's half, and I pulled the plug on what had descended into an utterly pointless exercise after 4 km. Clearly I hadn't recovered as well or as fully as I thought. Ah well, not to matter. All will come good in time.

In terms of training for the Adelaide marathon at the end of August, I haven't yet officially started anyhow. I've drawn up a 16 week program based on a Runners World schedule, of which this is week "0", so the real stuff doesn't start until next week.

Track du jour? U2's Out Of Control, which was playing when I pulled the plug, for neatly summarising my situation.