West Shewa, Ethiopia
Yesterday’s run went pretty well, but left me with pain in the front of the knee. It does seem to be moving all the way round, so perhaps like an astronaut slingshotting round the moon it’ll go all the way round and then bugger off. I’m an optimist.
Today’s session was supposed to be 12x400m, 6miles in total. I put in a relatively gentle hour on the exercise bike this morning, then headed out late, just before 6. I’d definitely be running in the twilight and it turned out to be raining, too. Probably a good way to reacquaint myself with European conditions. Instead of the session I jogged round the camp track until I felt comfortable then put in an effort on each uphill section of the lap. So 5 or 6x 250m uphill instead, but it felt fairly good. Shorter reps here tend to be okay, as the altitude (more accurately I suppose, the lack of oxygen in your body) doesn’t catch up with you until you’re a few hundred metres in. That said, even a mile or so does leave you feeling generally tired out and done in, and recovering on the run doesn’t really happen, it’s just that the body will respond if you push. All in all it takes a bit of mental strength, more than I have found, though I am hopeful that at shorter distances I’ll now feel more comfortable whilst pushing myself, as I’ll be going at a much greater pace, able to hold it better on the grounds that nothing feels as bad as a jog uphill out here.
Quote: “il faut manger pour vivre, et non pas vivre pour manger (one must eat to live, not live to eat)” I’m not sure the chunky obsessives in Masterchef Australia, which seems to be off screen only when My Kitchen Rules comes on, would agree.
…”That’s the French saying, and mangering is as necessary to me as it is to a Frenchman. Or more so.” Bleak House.
Summary: 60m bike, 45:50, 9.06k.