Do the Rest

While sitting here enjoying what has been described to me as ‘viral bronchitis’, I came across an interesting article written by an old idol of mine… back when I was a self-described triathlete. More than a decade ago with a wife, two children and a career in hand the principals of rest and recovery are perhaps even more important.

In short the piece goes on to describe how, “All work and no rest makes for an injury-prone and weakened weekend warrior.”

The gist he’s trying to get across is that “instead of just waiting for recovery to occur, as many athletes tend to do, you're to grab the bull by the horns and actually do something to assist your cause.”

Incidentally, he advises that “grabbing a bull by the horns will not assist your cause or for that matter grabbing a bull anywhere, particularly anything that dangles.”

For the full article click here.

As for me, I’m trying to get in what I can, when I can, which at the moment isn’t much.

Training:
Dec 13: A.M. 47:34, P.M. 23:26
Dec 14: A.M. 23:17, P.M. 45:04
Dec 15: 44:15

I Have a Man Cold (still)

Something Resembling Normalcy

“The quality or condition of being normal”, that is the environment I’ve been seeking to find. It’s funny, I can remember moments throughout my life when I’ve strived to be anything but. And yet for the last fortnight I’ve longed for anything remotely approaching ordinary.

Last week Victoria endured a very unseasonal snowstorm, along with the coldest November temperatures on record. Taking the snow in stride, I opted for less volume but more frequency and ran to and from work, daily. A favourite memory, running along the snow filled Colquitz Trail amidst complete silence. Heaven.

Unfortunately, and perhaps because of the weather, my bronchitis has returned (conceivably it never left) and I’ve once again I returned to the sidelines. On the outside looking in. This has been coupled with a son who is cutting his first tooth, a daughter who is two, and an ever changing work environment; ‘nough said.

Luckily, yesterday I managed to get out for a few steps along the trestle and I hope to hit the Colquitz Trail later this evening. My appreciation for these rare moments of solitude is growing.