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No after effects from yesterday run, apart from the usual niggles. The one in the leg in particular, but that eases up on the walk to school, and as it can't decide where to be a problem, I'm not worried. It's not getting worse.
So today was bike ride day. Spent the morning trying to get something done, so by the time I went out on the bike it was after lunch. Didn't leave much time, and only managed 7.79m. It was somewhat windy in places too - usually straight in my face - so I ended up with a pretty ploddy average of 8.9mph. I hope I manage to improve on that over 118 miles! Still it felt reasonable and the legs help up pretty ok after yesterday's run.
I tried the padded shorts again (with no knickers), and coupled with the gel saddle cover, the pressure spots from bones on saddle are no more. Trouble is, I now have to sort out somewhere else. Think I might need to tip the nose of the saddle down a tickle. Apart from that all is good in cycling world, and I still have plenty of time to get used to it and get some speed in there. Got the official email this morning to say I am am now registered, so no going back. Pulled out last year, couldn't do it again, far too embarassing!
Tomorrow will be another run. Will be a shorter one of 3 miles or so, and can't decide whether to fartlek or hill it. Think I might fartlek, I need the speed! I'm adding hills into the long run now as well, but as Brighton apparently only has a few inclines, I would rather try and get the speed over the flat bits rather than the strength up the hills. That will come after Brighton ready for Snowdonia.
Walking back from school this afternoon, I decided, with all this exercise, all these events and my ambitions in life, I'm feeling even more left out of the council estate world I live in. The most exercise people round here get is walking from their front doors to their cars to drive the 1/4 miles down the road to the shop, or the kids racing away from police cars on their bikes. So I've decided a change of image is needed. I'm going to dye half my hair black and bleach the rest of it blonde and buy some fake Ugg boots and scuff along on them so badly I end up walking on the insides while the soles migrate up the outside of my legs. Then I will accessorise with 5 kids all under 5 and start smoking again so I can bloke smoke in my kids faces while I swear at them to shut up. Lastly, I will join other similarly attired women and walk round in a large tribe taking over the pavements with our pushchairs. Only problem is, I'm about 15 years too old!
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Dont do it Kim!!!!