March roars in like a lion

[Charliecat5]

Bloody Safety Pins

I ain’t been running much of late.  And what running I have been doing has been dogged by a sore hammy, shin splints and blisters.  All of which I think are related.

I need to get back to it… re-ignite the mojo… get back into the swing of things.  So I went track running with the herd tonight.
 
But let’s back up a bit… earlier in the day we realised that we hadn’t got any safety pins to pin the Moyleman numbers on the Moyleman runners, so I volunteered Mrs CC5 to source said items.  It proved to be quite a challenging task, as our local shops don’t stock the numbers we were after.  However, following a cleverly placed tweet my problem was solved by the running club.  On arrival this evening the Chairman presented me with a box of 2,000.  Yippee.

However, this presentation took place just as tonight's leader was explaining the evening’s fun.  Minutes later, our esteemed leader called out my name and enquired which group I was meant to be.  I panicked and mumbled: “yours Sir”.  “Come on then” he barked, and we were off.

Tonight was a series of 500 metre circuits – 400 at an even pace, followed by a 100 metre sprint.  Two circuits in and I had a major rebellion on my hands from pretty much every part of my body.  So I decided to enquire which group I was actually in.  “2b” was the reply.

“Arse” said I… I usually run in 3b.  No wonder I was in pain.  I did manage another circuit before I took the sensible decision and dropped down a group.  Only one mind… I was still in 3a which is still a group above normal.   10 bloody tough circuits.  However, whilst I was buggered, and whilst my hammy was moaning a little, overall I felt ok.

I think my mojo is back.