what i thought was a little niggle on thursday evening has turned out to be a full blown calf strain, it is painful all the time, so i don't think i will be running for a week or so...
I have done my commtute in but probably too knackered after the London social (lack of sleep not excess alcohol) to ride home in lots of traffic without killing myself
legs are not too bad, only a slight bit of soreness and my knees are not aching anymore. had the squits for the whole weekend though, probably something to do with the 8 litres of coke I drank and the prok scratchings ¦oD
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opening line of my best man speech yesterday:-
"thank you for this award, i worked hard to complete this ironman, oops wrong speech"
i think this takes 'tarting' to a whole new level
Shame you can't get in on the front page of the metro then every commuter in the UK will know
but no one has got back tome yet.
"lost on the young i feel"
If I had finished I would have sent something off to the locals at least
OUCH..
i think its time for another Guinness
:-0
2 bottles of coke drunk
now thinking about lying on settee and falling asleep while reading joe friel's 'the triathlete's bible'
oh lets not go there.
some tie me up and send me to a far away place never to be seen again
we did stop for sandwiches and at a wimpy for some chips and an ice cream, and a mint magnum at about 9pm went down very nicely.
not a gel or isotonic drink in sight...