The Voice Of An Angel (NOT!)

16:32 5 miles 37:58

Mile rep 1 5:56 2 6:02 3 6:06 

I’m struggling to type this. My arms feel heavy, and so do my fingers. Don’t worry, the rainbow coloured supplements are doing their job. It’s just that for the first time in weeks, I’ve managed to make it to a Body Pump class! When you haven’t done weights for a while it’s a shock to the system, especially after doing mile reps. Mile reps which, again, I haven’t done for ages!

So with this in mind, maybe two minute recoveries was a little ambitious. I had hoped to jog the recoveries, but had to settle for just about staying upright each time. I was pleased with my splits, especially the first, but it was extremely painful… although I guess mile reps aren’t supposed to be easy. I settled on three reps for the first session, and to be honest, four would have killed me. In fact, no. Not just killed me, but tortured me slowly lap by lap, then on my last breath, laughing at me, torturing me some more, and then killing me, chopping me up, and burying me into the track!

I used the ‘Cycle Activity Centre’ at Bellahouston park to do my session. This, so called ‘Activity Centre’, is actually just a 420m tarmac track with various coloured lines for people on push bikes to follow. It’s the next best thing to a running track, and you see a lot more runners on it than cyclists.

I haven’t had a rest day since Friday, and had covered 61 miles in that time before tonight’s session… which is probably why I struggled a bit. Removing a brand new pair of Saucony Grid Paramounts from their box, and putting them on my feet, was a great help though.

 
         My New Babies – The Awesome Saucony Grid Paramount

Still, now that it’s over, I can safely say that I enjoyed it. Really enjoyed it in fact! I also think that’s the first time I’ve recorded a sub six minute mile. Body Pump was tough though, and here’s why.

Miss Pump. Firstly, she was collecting sponsorship money. She’s decided to run the London Marathon, which is great, but now has to achieve the three million pound minimum sponsorship that her charity is requesting. There was nowhere to hide, especially as I was early and there was only the two of us in the sports hall. She pestered everyone, even managing to get some money off a couple that were doing the class for the first time… impressive stuff. Secondly, Miss Pump was in singing (I use the term loosely) mood. Dogs whine, and windows smash when this girl sings. Miss Pump, I suggest you sing solo… so low, we can’t here you!

Crazyboy is still struggling with his injured leg. I know I would hate to be in his position, having to decide whether to defer his place, or to just run/walk on the day. We have suggested he go down the fancy dress route, which Miss Pump is also going to do now. She’s going as Superwoman. Crazyboy, surely you have to dress as a Roadwarrior if you’re going to run!