Monday Hill Intervals

Woah, I did it hard this afternoon, I was a puddle by the end, but I did it.  Monday Hill Intervals.  Looks like Mr. Squiggle has taken to my Runkeeper map in a tanty, doesn't it, ha!

Here I am at the end, you can see the hill that bootlegs around behind me.  Flushed, exhausted, but elated that I did it.  I know when I did the 10km program, the round before last, it was these drills that made me so much stronger in the legs, and which made the Dunkeld 10km race one of the best I'd ever done.  So I'm keeping that in mind, knowing this is putting me in good stead for the half marathon.  

Hey, and this is the cool new running top that I bought from Skirts Sports.   One might say a bit snazzy huh?

On the husband front, Mike has hit a little snag in the road literally with his running.  After going out successfully with the new Mizunos the first time and announcing them the best thing since sliced bread, he has been plagued by sore ankles.   He limped home yesterday afternoon after attempting the big block, poor thing.

Not to be outdone, he decided about 20 mins later to go out again and try running differently to see if that helped.  Smaller steps, landing differently on his feet.   I waited on the front porch again for him to do the block and again he limped home.

I delved into Michelle's videos to the one about lacing runners and we've laced his runners a bit differently, and so glutton for punishment he did the block again, coming down the straight he overtook a lady with a pram (got to love those small fist pump moments) and announced much better.  But as the evening went on his left knee this time got progressively worse.  He's limping round like an old man today.

I'm trying hard to not sound like I know everything, because I don't so I'm trying to take a back seat and only give him some suggestions as to what has worked for me, stressing that it has taken me a long time to get to the point I've gotten to.  But he's frustrated.  Mind you he doesn't warm up or cool down which isn't helping (I've suggested he start at least with a walk, but eh, walking's for sissies, grrrr the macho man), he knows he's landing hard on his feet, the bitumen here is not the greatest to run on (and I've suggested he go to the oval and run on the grass to see if that will help).  So I'm trying to stay quiet, but it's really hard.  I need to find another running man in town that can mentor or guide him, because you know the drill, if someone else says it, it must be true.

Okay that's it, hope your Monday was a good one and the hills treated you kindly.