Miles - 5; - Time 45 minutes; total weekly mileage so far - 13.5 miles
The weekend starts here! Well it started when my alarm went off at 5.30am to train someone in Richmond park after less than 4 hours kip. I wouldn't quite say i launched myself into the day, more of a dribble. The kind of launch
One advantage to being up early is that i get to see it's getting lighter earlier now. Spring is on the way. The daffodils are budding, it was mild and i got to see the sunrise over the Thames. Delicious.
I contemplated doing sprints up the hill in Richmond Park, affectionately known as 'The Bastard'. However leg was still sore, so decided on some more soft landing treadmill action. Hills tomorrow. I still have to hold myself back and limit the mileage and intensity, which is bad for frustration but good for sloth.
So it was a steady 5 miles on the treadmill, 7 miles an hour consistent pace, breaks for stretching and followed by bur pees, interval 'bastards', pull ups, chin ups, core strengthening and stretching. All followed by sauna and steam. One advantage of the gym is this post workout relaxation.
Trouble is i belong to an unfashionable gym. Canons in Richmond, a former Squash club. So it is mostly empty, no fit women, mostly middle aged squash dudes. IT has the feel of a suburban fondue party. I should imagine it would be the kind of club that Terry and June would have belonged to.
However I like that it that the gym is not busy or pretentious. One thing bothers me though. The Sauna. It is not mixed, so no chance of the relaxed chat up to a scantily dressed beauty. The sauna is in the Gents changing room and mostly populated by large middle aged hairy men who look like David Attenborough should be doing a documentary about them.
Why do men insist on making as much noise as possible in a Sauna? Loud exhaling, slapping their chest? Rubbing the face and body, almost caressing themselves. Jesus it's not Rio's Day Spa! And then the inevitable and dreaded, 'Christ it's Hot' chat. What do they expect? It's a fucking Sauna you daft bastard.
I was settled in with my copy of The Times Sport and Razzle. Laying down relaxing, when in came the Silver back. Dominated the whole space. He was Like a larger Andy Fordham. A darts player and hairier than than a Monkey Sanctuary. He then proceeded to make me feel dreadfully uncomfortable by dropping his towel, sitting down totally starkers with his crown jewels on display around 5 yards from where is was laying. Jesus!
Legs open and not really anything to be proud of. Why do it man? Have you no dignity? I didn't want to come across as rude or British (the Germans love getting naked), and leave immediately, but i just couldn't concentrate on the paper, and when i came across an article on Male Rape increasing in numbers i abandoned ship.
Moral. Make mixed naked not same sex saunas. Still an effective weight management programme as i wasn't hungry after than for hours.
Rest of the day was spent at my Mother's being fed every 40 minutes on a continual loop, Like Yo Sushi but with Chocolate Brazil's and Fish Pie.
Saw my lovely Nieces and had nice family time.
Leg was a little painful but thankfully the head wasn't. Dropped of Niece, at loads of ice cream, went to bed. An ok day
xx
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