After my monster workout on Thursday, I was suffering already on Friday. My back hurt the most, but as the day progressed, my shoulders and arms started aching too. As I crawled into bed on Friday night, I wondered whether I’d actually be able to go to parkrun on Saturday morning. I hurt. I wasn’t just sore, I was hurting (yeah yeah, overdramatic I know).
I confess, I didn’t exactly spring out of bed on Saturday morning, but I did make it to Killerton. I started off much better than the week before, and I felt good. I thought I was running for more than I was walking (side note: Gah! Why can’t I run continuously any more?!), and I felt my pace was more consistent as a result. Not only that, but I wasn’t at the back. M actually caught a couple of pictures of me:
I felt good, better in fact that last week, despite my sore muscles. The result? 4 seconds slower. Oh well! I wasn’t last though. I am wondering what the result will be next week. Apologies too for the selfie – but it had a purpose. I decided, having spoken to one of the guys at work about muscle soreness to try a protein shake (hence the picture). I spent quite a lot of time of Friday night researching whether protein shakes should be avoided by those trying to lose weight (general consensus: research the protein v carb content, and factor it in to your calorie allowance). After my run, we stopped by our local smoothie bar, and I ordered a protein shake. It was quite tasty. I will, however, see if I can find a couple of sample powders to try and make my own at home, as buying shakes could prove to be expensive.
I don’t know whether it was the shake itself, or maybe a placebo effect, but I am not feeling anywhere near as sore as I think I probably would have been. I’ve decided, therefore, that when I double up spinning and kettlebells, my tea will be a shake when I get in (I don’t want to eat that late in the evening, but I can’t deal with the muscle soreness).
The rest of the day was spent with M’s family. Mother-in-law is getting married again in September, and a shopping trip had been planned so that M and I could be kitted out in appropriate wedding attire. A trip to Bristol it was. All over Bristol were lots of Gromits (from Wallace and Gromit, not grommets for ear problems). It is part of Gromit Unleashed, an art exhibition of 80 5ft Gromits and is in Bristol for 10 weeks from 1st July, raising money for The Grand Appeal (Bristol’s Children’s Hospital). I snapped this one is Cabot Circus.
We did see a couple more, but annoyingly I didn’t have my camera on me, and my phone camera is very poor (stupid Blackberry!). That said, for my phone, this came out rather well. I sent this to my sister tout suite, because it’s a Simon’s Cat Gromit (she got me in to Simon’s Cat a couple of years ago). Simon Torfield, creator of Simon’s Cat, makes sketches and video clips of cat behaviour that will resonate deeply with cat owners. A favourite of mine being:
I really want to go back to Bristol and go on a Gromit Hunt. We have quite a quiet month in August, so I may pester M into having a weekend there to track them down.
Notwithstanding Gromit spotting, we had a really nice afternoon out and about, and I came away with a gorgeous purple maxi dress from Hobbs (in the sale too – what’s not to love!) and M got a new suit. Frustratingly, my foot has started playing up again. It is sore in exactly the same area as it was when I injured it last time. I’ve decided to try and take it easy today to help it heal, and I may decide to back off the running (not that I have actually done any between parkruns… Oops) if a day with it resting doesn’t help.
Hope everyone’s had a great weekend too!