29 April 2010

Hill Run

Went out on the Regents hill run this morning. Felt pretty good and was powering up most of the hills and not needing too much in the way of recovery when I got to the tops. Have been cutting down on my intake of the good red wine for the last few nights and this has made a massive difference to how I have been feeling in the mornings. Instead of being groggy and mildly hungover, I am feeling pretty good. Of course, the down side to this is that I am not sleeping quite as well without the alchohol induced coma. Decisions, decisions.

25 April 2010

Up to Hillcrest

Took a run from Musgrave up to Hillcrest. Got a reasonably early start, so things were quiet going through 45th cutting and Westville. The long slow climb was a bit of a grind and I had a narrow encounter with a taxi driver who obviously was not too keen on (white) runners and came bloody close to me as he pulled over to the side of the road. Going up the back of Cowie's Hill was not too bad and I enjoyed the descent into Pinetown. Quite a few other runners on the route, most of them going in the opposite direction. I had planned on getting a Coke in Pinetown but did not pass any garages with shops attached, so just pressed on through. Fields Hill was a long hard grind and I was very glad to get to the top and come to a stop at the garage where I invested in a 500 ml Coke which went down a treat. Put the last third of that into my backpack and continued up through Kloof and onto the freeway. Stopped for another short stroll at the Dandy Dude car wash to finish off the Coke and send a SMS to Claire to say that I was getting close. Crossed over the freeway and made my way through Hillcrest. Went through to the base of Botha's Hill before turning right and climbing back up to Claire's Mom's place. A very good start to a Sunday although I was finished for the last few kilometres.

And, to the bastard who clipped my elbow with the wing mirror of his great big hulking SUV as I ran through Pinetown and failed to stop: I hope that somebody hits either you or somebody you love really hard and really soon.

19 April 2010

Route Tester

Yesterday we went out for a bit of a trot on the Comrades route. We started on Harrison Flats and were pretty diligent about staying on the route apart from a couple of spots where it was not possible or just downright dangerous. I felt pretty good most of the way although my hips and knees were sore towards the end. The total distances was about 52 km. I also figured out that my new shoes (bought in the USA two years ago) are going to be no good. My previous ones were apparently identical, but this pair is much too tight and my toes were damn sore.

The route is at http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=3652906.

08 April 2010

Back on Track

Throat feeling much better. Would say that it is about 97.5% fixed. So, just to get back into the game I took a short trot up from All Africa House this morning. Nothing too strenuous, but with a pretty decent ascent. Somewhere just more than 4 km. Felt fine. Okay, so game on again.

03 April 2010

Bloody, Bloody (#&@%ing) Miserable

Yesterday was supposed to be a day of resting and carbo-loading. When I woke up though I had a bit of a sore throat. It was early so I did a bit of work and waited for the shops to open (and also for the lovely Claire to wake up). Then at 09:00 (it was a public holiday, so I was just lucky that they were opening at all) I drove down to Rondebosch and spoke to the chemist. He said that it was "probably just a 24 hour virus" and that since it was not below my neck and my pulse rate was not elevated, there should not be a problem. He gave me some Andolex spray and suggested that I take on lots of vitamin C. Got some other provisions and headed home. Claire was up and about when me, pottering around in the kitchen. I whipped up the ultimate "get-well-in-a-hurry" breakfast: two slices of toast with blue cheese, one chopped green chillie and a whole flower of garlic (lightly fried). Chased that down with a cup of ginger tea and retired to bed... from which we did not emerge until very late in the day. During the course of the day the throat did not get any worse. But it also did not get any better.

At 18:00 we were scheduled to meet up with Troy, Fiona, Brad and Robyn for dinner at Posticino. Had a few glasses of wine and a delicious bowl of gnocci with chicken livers on top. And about two table spoons of fresh ground garlic and a good load of fresh chillie. I thought that all of these medicinal compounds would definitely sort me out. Were in bed at about 21:00.

I slept quite well but sometime in the early morning I woke up and my throat was on fire. It had definitely got a whole lot worse and immediately I knew that the race was just not going to happen for me this year. It is bloody frustrating that this has happened at the last minute after all that preparation. But I suppose that it is better that it happened now than before Comrades. Sent SMS to both Troy and Brad to tell them that I would not be racing. Then went back to bed. We heard all the folk arriving and parking their cars around the neighbourhood. The sound of the early morning runners' chats and the music. It was pretty bloody miserable lying in bed hearing everyone heading off down the road to the start.

We got up in time to head up to the finish to see Troy and Mat come in. They did around 01:50 for the 21.1 km, which is a very respectable effort.