Up hill and down dale

This morning I was feeling very happy. Tonight? Well, I think morose would be a good word :-( This morning, tiger angel took 90 seconds off her 10k PB, knocking it down to 52:14. She's been told that she should be able to get sub 50 by the end of the year, and I believe that's true.

Looking at the splits, we had the traditional slight fade around 6 & 7 k, but the really odd one was 9th k, when we dropped a good 15 seconds - and this was when we thought that we were picking it up for the run home?? Very odd, but the Polar don't lie :-) Still, the last was done in 4:50, so that picked things up a bit.

Breakfast was fun. I got to put faces to some names that I've been reading for a while - gnscon, amjam, djl, etc - and queen bee kindly took a photo of us that will shortly grace the blog, just as soon as I get a chance to put it up. Then off to microTA's footy match. This was a rather one sided affair, but it did mean that micro, who normally plays fullback, got to play two quarters at full forward, much to his joy.

Alas, on to the morose bit. During the game, my thigh started to feel sore, and despite masage and stretching and walking around and sitting down and anything else I could think off, it's continued to get worse. When we got home from micro's game, we had to turn straight around and head off for the Swans' match, so here I sit now at 11:30pm, with ice on it finally and for the first time.

This means that I'm not running in the Mothers Day Classic tomorrow (which is in itself a blow, because all the kids were joining us in honour of their grandma), but worse still, I have a horrible feeling that it's put paid to the SMH half, and that's just criminal. I've been running so strongly and we've been putting in all the training, and now to potentially lose it. I am soooo frustrated! Still, it was a great day for tiger angel, and tomorrow's going to be pretty good too, so I guess I should just pull my head in and get on with things. Ah well...

sfG