Strike three and you're out!

Good luck/bad luck comes in three's, right?

Well, strike me down.  Would you Adam n Eve it?!

Tuesday lunchtime.  Going out after work on Tuesday so had to train the only time I had free.  So changed into my kit, done a few little stretches and left my office and went out to run my regular 7 mile loop around Victoria Park.

So off I jogged down New Road, turned left onto Commercial Road and was about to pass the Drive In McDonald's when a car, a big 4x4, turned in.  I was already on the crossing so I tried to dodge outward to give myself a little more time to comfortably pass but my foot caught in a pot hole and down I went.

I knew I was going but could do absolutely nothing about it.  Threw my arms out to protect my face and forearms and elbows took the impact.  As I hit, my momentum slip me across the tarmac.  Lovely.  Proper road rash.  The reason why us cyclists normally shave or wax the legs.

So stunned, I tried to pick myself up but was struggling and then the 4x4 driver started sounding her horn and was waving at me furiously to get out of the way so she could go get her lunch.  Unbelieveable.

Shaken but not stirred, I complete the 6.8 miles on the 7 in discomfort, with sweat dripping into the road rash but the adrenaline was keeping the pain at bay.

Got back to the office an hour later and the cuts and grazes really didnt look too bad, as you can see below...

 

 ...but nevertheless, I was in a state.  A quick clean up, into the shower and back at my desk a while later, I was still bleeding so with a little first aid, the bleeding eventually stopped and I got on with the rest of the day.

It wasnt a particular great or fast run but I enjoyed it.  It was a necessity as to counteract the calories in beer and food that I would consume later in the evening.  It was seriously warm out there too, running at lunchtime you wouldnt expect anything different really.

 

Friday Training (Lunchtime 7 mile run)

So much for the plan of getting up at 5:30am to get 10k in before work.  No chance.  The baby of the devil that lives downstairs was awake most of the night and must have kept every inhabitant of our bloke awake for the duration.  I really didnt want to get out of bed at 7am but I'm bloody glad I did.

Packed my kit, showered and was out the door.  No time for breakfast but bumped into my new Gym buddy Kelly on the corner of the Shoulder of Mutton Green and we walked and talked all the way to the station.

I said my farewells and got on the 07:39 to Cannon Street.  Got in at my usual time, via the nearby Cafe for two of the finest bacon rolls known to man.  Ooops.  Thats not going to do the body fat readings any good.

So a lunchtime run it was...

 


To be honest, the legs really didnt feel up to it but I plodded around at my half-marathon pace so nothing to sniff at but nothing to be overly excited at the same time if you know what I mean. 

Its all good, extra mileage and with the calories burnt, I've earned myself 3 free pints to drink guilt-free tonight :)

Looking forward to catching up with Chandra, hopefully Yatin too, and the long-awaited catch up with PK.