Saturday, 1 December 2012
chronic exertional compartment...WHAT?????
It's first of December and I went to a marathon training day. Christmassy indeed. I was rather worried about the whole thing as I had the most horrible week being stupidly ill. It's my last day popping antibiotics. But then again I would have been very pissed off if I would have missed this as well on a top of everything else I missed this week. Above is my very grown up wallet suffocating in a plastic bag meanwhile I was outside running with other marathon trainees. It was a crisp and very cold day, actually very nice for running. It was bit weird running in a big group but soon I got talking to fellow runners and it wasn't bad at all. We did a light jog through Regent's Park to a running track where they made us to do THRESHOLD training. I'v never heard that word before but basically it means running bit faster than is totally comfortable for short periods of time. They asked us to go in two groups according to what we though we could handle: four times four minute sprints or three minute ones. I obviously went to the hardcore group which made me realise that I really do think differently to other women. It was me, all the guys and just few women in our group and the pathetic group was, well all women. I think it's just a mindset what's different not the actual ability. Women tend to underestimate their capabilities whereas men do the opposite. I was bit annoyed by this. C'mon girls where's your attitude! So turns out I'm competitive. They did say not to compete with others but I might have secretly done a bit of competing. I'm proud of hanging in the front half of the group all way through.
There was a Christmas tree..
I tried to take notes when they lectured on all sorts of things. When it came to sports injuries it was all way too medical for me. I had no clue what they were talking about for the most of the time.
Overall it was an useful experience. I defiantly learned some basic rules about training. The thing that amused me was that we were meant to consider ourselves as athletes. I see myself as Usain Bolt now. Oh yeah.
Posted by ipe at 17:49