small feet and anxiety dreams

Two days to go, and the anxiety dreams are back. This one was a classic. Its time to run the marathon and I look down and I'm wearing flip flops.... so I have to head back to where my shoes are and find that someone has borrowed them.

After a lot of shouting I have trainers and I start, only I'm now 1 1/2 hours late and the last runner alone. Obviously I therefore can't find the way very well and from time to time I'll look down and my shoes will have switched from trainers to high heeled boots.

Also (in a way that makes me love my own mind for its hilarity) this marathon that I'm running has challenges as you go along, so you have to run through houses, squeeze through windows, and in clear genius moment cook a stir fry at one point.

Anyway, shortly before I wake up I'm entering my school, so no doubt tomorrow's episode will involve me running without trainers and sitting my English A level...

Heading off onto the plane shortly... Count down starting...

The joy of tapering...

3 runs to go...

Am now eating my body weight in carbohydrates... (any excuse will do).
8 miles tomorrow hopefully round sunny Richmond park, then two mid week strolls to keep the stress down. Then Berlin.

Anxiety levels gone up as running gone down.

Had first anxiety dream where I couldn't find the race start line. No doubt the problem is more likely to involve difficulty in getting myself the finish line.

Ten days to go...

My physio is vicious. Distinctly vicious. In fact I think she might be sadistically so.

Wednesday is physio night which means I attempt to lie still whilst physio-lady beats me with a big stick.

You know its bad news when she is apologising before she starts, and when she attempts a casual "by the way, you might want to put some ice on that".

Yikes.

Kendall Mint Cake

Last long run of the training block... clearly the time to test out Kendall Mint cake. And the answer is yes, it really does melt inside your arm pack.

On the plus side it means you are minty fresh as you jog around in ever decreasing circles. Maybe one thats handy for the trek and less good for the run.

Because of the general injury chaos 16 and a half miles is the longest run I've done yet - this is a long way from my planned two twenty mile runs before I went to Berlin, but then I didn't plan spending half my annual salary at the physio either.

I wonder if anyone will notice if I just crawl the last ten on hands and knees?

Bath-Revisited

It returns... my nemesis.

The Bath Half...

So, last year I entered the Bath half, trained, ran around Richmond park religiously and as part of my preparations spent a week in Lanzarote where I promptedly ran into the sea and broke my foot. (okay I might have been racing, and we might have had the Top Gun music belting out too but we can skim over the finer details)

One ambulance ride, half a dozen spanish doctors, a couple of x-rays, some Goddam itchy plaster cast, one hell of an odd looking tan, and 10 days later, the Bath half took place, and I was still hopping about on crutches and not going anywhere fast.

So today, how delighted am I to hear I will have company on a second attempt. And some cricket pads apparently. That might be interesting.

Bring it on...

Should have gone to specsavers??

So I see from emails that Alan has outed me in a Bloggate scandal. Does that mean I now have to actually put entertaining entries in here?

Sadly my life revolves around running, carbo loading, sports massage, running some more.... you get the picture.

Of course during the hours of nine to five my hours are also enlived by our nationals favourite mad men. Top of the poll today was the last appointment of the day who in addition to staring at me from behind a pair of yellow mirror sunglasses interrupted me occasionally to respond to questions who were apparently coming from someone I couldn't see. Maybe I would get better information if I left the mysterious questioner to it. Do you think they'd be kind enough to write up a report also?

Anyway, he is writing a book (presumably in collaboration with his ghost writer) that will make him a millionnaire so I was told at great length today, so I might ask him for tips on structuring my blog. Is it odd that this is the second crazy author I've come across this year. To be fair I havent asked him what the book is about yet, but last time I did that with a patient I was handed a chapter which appeared to be written in binary code... Its hard to give feedback on these occasions...

Smile and nod people, smile and nod...

Travelling hazards

Spent the weekend in Italy at a friends wedding. Health and safety in the UK would definately stop there being puddles of water on marble staircases now wouldn't they. And I heard the EU was harassing us all with legislation.

Needless to say I wiped out and nearly broke my toe. At least I am now injured on both legs. Be bloody ironic if after investing hundreds of pounds in physio I can't run the marathon because of some bastard hotel.

3 weeks today until the race....

http://www.real-berlin-marathon.com/events/berlin_marathon/2008/informationen.en.php

Technological impairments

OK, its taken me possible the best part of 20 minutes to figure out how to long onto this thing. This is what happens when someone else sets you up a blog and you don't actually know what one is.

Alan, I both praise and curse you.

So, the story so far...

Me and and a mountain, and hairy cricketers. And the trekatator crew.
Thats all the inspiration I have for today, which doesn't seem like the best start to the regular blogging feature...

Must do better.