Reading blogs of really fit, accomplished athletes is all well and good, but when they scrape their knee or stub their toe, they go on about it like it is the end of the world, whereas when you read some battlers blog about how they were 120 kilos and ran a half marathon and a full marathon the next day, it is kinda way more exciting.  

Sitting in the physios waiting room tonight, there was an article in the Mountain Biker magazine about some fat dude who rode a lot and lost a lot of weight and ended up qualifying as an elite for some international race.  AND there was a pic of fatty, looking as nerdy as I look in my retarded helmet and my non conforming cycling attire, and then a pic of him lean in the whole kit and caboodle of the cyclists attire, en route to some 24 hr biking victory.  

The Physio waiting room has an abundance of cycling magazines, this is where I come away with bike esteem issues, just reading about the things I "should" have on my bike. I need to keep reminding myself I am just cycling for cross training purposes and I do not need a colourful outfit, new saddle, fancy brakes or a carbon fork.  Whatever the fark a carbon fork is. 

But as usual, I digress.

This week I did not run at all until today.  I assumed resting the ankle was the right thing to do.  I rode my bike 20km each day and in the evenings I have done a pump class three out of the last five nights.  (I did have trouble moving on day two but I am fine now). 

I have booked a personal trainer for three sessions just to work on core strength, as that is what Mr Physio says is the root of all my evils.

However, going back to Mr Physio tonight to get my orthotics (read, shoe insoles with a huge freaking egg in the middle of them) and he said that none of this will help me!!!  

There was me thinking I was taking control of this injury and being proactive, and he tells me the PT will know nothing, that pump will be "good fun" but won't really help me, the biking is good for oily marks on your legs and that I should do deep water running.

Back to the drawing board.

I told him I was scared of drowning, and asked how you stayed afloat with a weighted belt.  RETARD!!!  It is a flotation belt. 

So I came home feeling like all my work this week has been in vain.  I mean, I couldn't even WALK after the first pump class......

Anyway, I ran today with the boys and god love them, they ran at my pace, which was sweet of them, mind you it was 40 odd degrees and Rob hadn't run for 6 weeks because he was in Europe getting banjaxed on Honey Vodka....we only did 4km, but the ankle was ok, it was the heat and my lack of fitness that really made it tough if I am honest with myself.

So, nice Physio man says run 4km every second day and gave me strict instructions about the orthotics.  He thinks I am a retard too, because he looked deep into my eyes and told me to CONCENTRATE when he was telling me about how to get used to the orthotics - a bit like you would talk to a four year old.  Do I come across as someone with no brain?  When I used to work with him I am sure he did not consider me daft.  

I was so busy thinking that he thought I was stupid I wasn't really listening.  I know he said something about wearing them till they hurt then taking them off and waiting 2 hrs but I cannot for the life of me remember when I was allowed to start running.  And i have an appointment next week with him, so if he asks me.....farrrk.

Maybe I should just ring and ask.  Which will confirm I wasn't concentrating.


Oh for a brain that stops working overtime on crap and misses the important stuff.