I dream last night that I was on a long run on the bike path by the river - the sun was sparkling on the water and the wind was in my hair. I could feel the salt drying on my skin and my heart pumping the blood through my body... felt really alive and full of joy to be plodding along like I used to.
Then I woke up :(
Anyway...
I got bumped up the waiting list for the specialist another week, after my doctor sent a faxed referral. I did learn to call on mondays though, to see if there's any more cancellations. I feel like just bloody running on it, only I don't want to be in pain for the foreseeable future or do any long term damage.
Have been doing RPM classes with Linda. The biggest achievement in which has been that my arse is no longer as sore as it was after a class any more. Perhaps it's because I'm spending so much more time sitting on it!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Sunday, July 01, 2007
GCM 2007
So, ventured down to the gold coast today to watch everyone do the half, the 10k and the marathon. Full of memories of last year and it killed me watching everyone get all pumped and take off, only to stand like a lemon and watch.
Pretty emotional and it actually sort of took me by surprise - I was quite prepared to stand and cheer and take lots of photos, when I remembered to hand my chip back in and was told I couldn't even get the tshirt because they're for 'finishers' only. Much to my embarrassment I almost cried in front of the woman. Yes, I know it's only a bloody race, it's only a bloody tshirt and there's always bloody next year, but it still upset me. I'm easily upset currently, much to my irritation. I just can't wait for this year to be over.
It wasn't all doom and gloom though - this pic is me and running buddy Tracey stealing the sub 3.30 marathon sign at the start of the race. It's the closest we're ever going to get to one and we gave it back afterwards, honest ;)
I took about 200 photos all up but I'm not uploading them until I get to work (and fast broadband) but lots of nice shots. Susannah did an amazing PB, coming in at just over 3.30 (18mins!) and Ronnie came in at 2.15, smashing her PB by 15 minutes! Great to see.
I couldn't find the CR cheer squad and couldn't hear well enough to use my mobile - too much noise and if I moved, I'd have lost our spot/table/place which I was holding for the run inn runners. Mind you, I almost didn't want to see anyone when I feel so revolting - better for me to just pull my head in and get on with getting myself sorted out before facing lovely CR people. Was quite happy just seeing one or two familiar faces and having a relatively quiet one.
It's good that it was quiet, because if I have anything to do with it, next year is going to be anything but! Nothing motivates more than a good dose of abject frustration.
Pretty emotional and it actually sort of took me by surprise - I was quite prepared to stand and cheer and take lots of photos, when I remembered to hand my chip back in and was told I couldn't even get the tshirt because they're for 'finishers' only. Much to my embarrassment I almost cried in front of the woman. Yes, I know it's only a bloody race, it's only a bloody tshirt and there's always bloody next year, but it still upset me. I'm easily upset currently, much to my irritation. I just can't wait for this year to be over.
It wasn't all doom and gloom though - this pic is me and running buddy Tracey stealing the sub 3.30 marathon sign at the start of the race. It's the closest we're ever going to get to one and we gave it back afterwards, honest ;)
I took about 200 photos all up but I'm not uploading them until I get to work (and fast broadband) but lots of nice shots. Susannah did an amazing PB, coming in at just over 3.30 (18mins!) and Ronnie came in at 2.15, smashing her PB by 15 minutes! Great to see.
I couldn't find the CR cheer squad and couldn't hear well enough to use my mobile - too much noise and if I moved, I'd have lost our spot/table/place which I was holding for the run inn runners. Mind you, I almost didn't want to see anyone when I feel so revolting - better for me to just pull my head in and get on with getting myself sorted out before facing lovely CR people. Was quite happy just seeing one or two familiar faces and having a relatively quiet one.
It's good that it was quiet, because if I have anything to do with it, next year is going to be anything but! Nothing motivates more than a good dose of abject frustration.
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