Many of us have our daily
routine or our work schedules or if you try to be any sort of athlete there
should be some sort of training programme. Some of my friends sign up for
online training schedules from well known coaches. It’s a personal thing, there
are plenty of club coaches only too willing to help and advise for nothing more
than a thank you. I have been lucky enough to be married to my coach; this has
the obvious advantage, that my coach knows we very well, he is also my bike and
run training partner. He knows when things are working well and he knows when I
am tired. To a lesser extent the club coach sees their athlete and gets to know
their ups and downs.
Working to the plan of
somebody you admire, that has set up a good quality website has its plus’s but
in my view the downside is that they do not know you; they don’t know what your
life commitments are either. Time and time again I have known athletes who,
because of a bad card that life has through at them, have had to miss sessions
out and they make what I think is the mistake of trying to fit it in on another
day. If that happens often for reason that you cannot control, you are working
to a different schedule, a less scientific schedule and one that may do more
harm than good.
As with my eating habits,
I get strange looks about my training too. I train pretty much every day, mostly
done early mornings because that suits us both best. I don’t take a full day
off unless life makes it clear that it is time for one. This last couple weeks
I have felt pretty tired but have carried on with my order of things until
yesterday after swimming I sprouted an aching deltoid. It got worse during the
course of the day. I have rubbed on the clear gel from the tube of stuff I know
will not bring my sensitive skin out in a rash, I sat in the hot tub a couple
of times and sat a hot water bottle on it when I watched TV.
This morning it felt
painful first thing but eased off a bit later. In spite of being regularly referred
to as crazy, too often, I have to say, I am in fact quite sensible about care
of injuries. Today, both of us have taken a day off both training and work.
Steve has been moaning about his back for several days during a hard weeks work
and so decided we would both take today easy. I still got up early. Earlier in
fact; 4.50am. I made myself a coffee and quietly went up into my sewing-reading-writing-hair
and makeup-station and read seventy pages of my books.
When Steve surfaced, we
watched the news with a cup of tea in hand and then later we went out for
breakfast in Arundel. We went to an Italian place in the High Street called
Osteria (we call it Posteria) Nice coffee. Steve had a sausage and bacon roll
and I ate French toast with blueberries and strawberries. It is Saturday so we
are allowed breakfast if we so wish.
With all the extra time,
we sat and read papers and then since it is Grand National day we made a (first
time in at least ten years) detour into the betting shop and placed huge bets
(£1 each way) on our choices so that we would have a horse to shout for on the
TV later.
When we got home I cut
Steve’s hair, beard, moustache and eyebrows.
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