End of Week 3...

What started so promisingly with a 10 mile run and an arm burning weights session, limped home as a DNF (Did Not Finish), and I have to report my first failure.

As I reported in my last post, I was taking the day after the aforementioned 10 miler and weights session, as a rest day.  As it turned out, the following days also came under that category. 

Although it didn't turn into full blown 'Man-flu', I did catch the sniffles from my wife and the resulting sinus and catarrh induced nausea haven't left me with a chipper disposition.  Running around and jerking physically, have not been at the top of my 'what would I really like to do now?', list. 

Saying that, however, I did manage a full day's training on Saturday and just a run on Sunday.  The Sunday run, an 8 miler on a hilly, urban course in the rain, left me soaked and totally knackered for the rest of the day.  Saturday, on the other hand, was a much jollier affair.  A bright, sun-filled trot of 7 miles that took in the Taff and the Bay and was filled with mists of mellow fruitfulness, big dollops of nature and scenes and characters direct from central casting.  The gym session proved just as hard as when I first tried it out on Tuesday but without the resulting 'will I ever be able to straighten my arms again?' after-effects.

Hopefully, this week will work out better, if you'll pardon the pun.  I have the new schedule from Bryan and I think I'm going to need some demonstrations for some of the gym work.  If I knuckle down and can lay off the booze for a reasonable length of time, I may see some improvement.

Get thee behind me, Gordon's!