Two weeks ago I ran 60km. I did it. There were some very long hills in it, so a lot of walking was involved.
The next day, my family went for a 12km hike in the mountains. It felt exhausting and I ached.
So doubt continues to accumulate for the Death Race.
My ankle is still feeling a little off. Since there is nothing you can do in the last two weeks before a race to improve your fitness, I’ve decided to take time off from running. Hopefully my ankle will recover and I won’t have any issues on the actual race.
I noticed I had been accumulating a lot of other injuries. My arm started aching after a day of heavy mousing. My neck got a huge crick in it after a tense meeting. I thought those were the excuses, but I think it might be something else. I’ve been taking a lot of ibuprofen to help with my ankle’s inflammation. This has been going on for over a month. That can’t be healthy. I decided to stop. Many problems started clearing up.
This weekend is also the start of the Atkins part of my carb loading. It hasn’t been going well. No sweets or breads or cereals or juice or anything that makes life worth living. I’m pretty much confined to meat, eggs and cheese.
Yesterday I went to a surprise engagement party for a friend. He was going to propose to his girlfriend as a surprise with all his friends there. That sounded lovely. It was only after we all arrived that we found out we were the ones surprised. It was a surprise wedding. They were skipping the public engagement and going straight to getting married. It was a pleasant surprise, and apparently saved them a lot of money.
The big problem was that they served cake, fruit, cupcakes, crackers and all sorts of delicious goodies that I could not eat. I could only nibble some sausage and cheese.
It is getting hard to think.