September 2016

[Sweder]

Managed a Twitten Run on Sunday, TR number XLIII. Just me and MarcusNonTweeter.
Marcus has improved immeasurably since I last ran with him. I have, literally, gone backwards.
Being British, I apologised at every summit for holding him up. Being also British, he told me not to worry about it.

It was ugly, painful, sweaty and I lagged behind like a crippled dog, yet it pleased me no end to get round.
My glutes and hammies whined and groaned, but it's my lungs that really struggled, two tiny tattered teabags, trying to pump oxygen into me as my starved, wasted muscles screamed for fuel.

   
with Marcus, Keere Street

I had a go on the rowing machine on Saturday, a shiny new Concept 2, as recommended by La Grand Fromage. I'm nowehere near ready for this particular circle of hell.Two minutes in I realised the requisite 2000 metres might take me the rest of the day, so I crawled off it and quietly pulled on its cover. Another time.

Right now I just need to get out there and cover some ground. Sadly, I can cover quite a lot of ground just now, but I've made a start. The main thing is to keep going and not to push too hard too soon. 

On, on ...