I rather enjoyed too much San Miguel last night (it was on offer and ice cold and delicious) and arose from my bed feeling a tad delicate. I'd sort of wondered about a long 12K run but bottled out at the last minute owing to "shaky leg syndrome" (ie. hangover). So I decided to attack Mount Torture in Richmond for a spot of hill training. If that didn't sort my legs out....nothing would. I hadn't graced the hill with my presence for a while so it would be good to see if she's still as torturous as before.
Set off along the river to richmond Lock where I decided to cross over to the other side. Normally there are a few people around but this morning it was deserted so I took a selfie atop the Victorian structure. Selfie done, I jogged over to the far side and went down the steps and set off at a medium pace towards my destination. I wished I'd set Endomondo off to measure my speed but I forgot! Oh well, not to worry, I could see Richmond Bridge approaching and I didn't have too far to go before I reached Nightingale Lane - the hill of DEATH!!
Off I trudged at a slow pace, my glutes screaming abuse at me. Halfway up I noticed a council worker who was sweeping the leaves and general detritus into piles. He gave me a look as I slogged past as though to say "You;re mad!" He was probably right.
I reached the summit and felt like planting a flag, I was so proud! It really is a killer of a hill but perfect for my needs. Once I'd caught my breath I went back down....slowly! There is a danger on this hill that could potentially do you some damage to your hips if you weren't careful. I didn't want to put the brakes on too much, but yet I didn't want to end up having my legs run so fast I couldn't keep up with the buggers! "Just let gravity do it's thing Dan" I told myself and before long I was at the bottom.
Time for the second ascent - off I went. Brush Man was still there, sweeping as slowly as he could, clearly waiting for lunchtime where he could sit down and rest up. He gave me another look - this definitely said "Nutter" as far as I was concerned, but I carried on to the top. Gasping for breath I decided to reward myself with a lovely sit down on one of the many benches which overlook the river from on high. I started to feel a bit self conscious of Brush Man now.I just wished he'd finish his sweeping and b***er off! But alas, he was there to do a job I suppose, so I quickly admonished myself for thinking such evil thoughts. His dust cart was just opposite me and I had more evil visions of me climbing aboard the thing and sailing down the hill at 100mph, screaming like a banshee as I went passed him!! Hahaha!
I decided not to do that.
Off I went again down the hill. I smiled this time as I passed him. Nothing. Zero response from him. Now I was feeling like a plonker. I reached the bottom and wondered if I really could go up a 4th time. I mean, what will he be thinking? Then I had a rush of positivity where I told myself "WHO GIVES A FLYING SH**!" So off I went up again. It felt remarkably easier this time and I'm sure my speed increased from 0.01 mph to 0.03 mph as I "raced" past Brush Man (didn't even bother smiling this time) and reached the top. A few moments to gather myself and then I was off back down for the final time. I really was quite bored by this stage and how I managed 5 up and downs on a previous session, I have no idea. So I decided to run home.
I felt leaden and heavy. Not at all light and quick footed which I hoped I would be. Probably my physiology wasn't in the best shape after San Miguel last night ,so I put it down to that.
I'm planning a long one at the weekend and might even do the 12K route I did a few weeks back. Knowing I can conquer this distance is an amazing thought considering this time last year I had so many injuries. I seem to remember writing about my groin quite a bit (much to juicyju's amusement!!).
Have fun people and enjoy the running cos it's good for you!