Six miles completed.

A visit to the physio triggered a revelation as I realised that the lower three vertebrae in my back appeared now to be moving. And not as one.. A most peculiar sensation after they'd been frozen together in a stony, and what would without intervention, have been an eternal embrace.

After the novelty of the Ricky Martin impressions had died down I set about the matter in hand, lengthening the previous best distance. The trouble was, all this new found pelvic freedom was playing havoc with my rhythm as it tickled and spasmed for the first half a mile.

Ploughing on I hit the natural pace (slow as mentioned) and I drifted off into the Ipod.

I called the endurance test to an end after six miles, as I was nervous of pushing too hard too soon. Sure enough the knees had taken a pounding, the protection has yet to fully build, but it took only a few hours to recover. Fairly pleased with that though.

I have learnt the following; 1) More running, more often, maybe less distance, is needed to thicken and strengthen my knees to stand a chance of 26 miles, 2) I am losing water, quite a bit of it, and will need to hydrate through the event, 3) If anything changes, socks, shoes, newly mobile spines, it upsets the equilibrium. Must be aware of all that..

Making headway

I was like a red missile, flashing through the sodium night. The prow of my Berghaus jacket (just above the Ipod pocket) cleaving the air as I charge relentlessly, cat like, into the darkness.

Well almost.

Having finished up work for a while I have time to train, and of course time to write this nonsense.

On the bright side, the blister has healed, and I've now marked out a 3 mile training run for my evening sojourns. Every other day this gets pounded, and by early next week I should be comfortably able to kick off the 4 mile attempts.

So less Powerplate and Body Pump, and more, well, running...

Stacy