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Hitting the brick wall cocooned up . . .
Urgh, I woke up just totally lethargic. I had had a nightmare sleep. I was lovely and toasty in bed in my sleeping bag with a cover and a fleece blanket, cocooned up it was nice-ish, but, a big but, I had gone to bed way too early and ended up waking up at 1am, that was it, I was awake, with nothing to do, counting down the minutes to my morning run at 6.30am. I was a mess, an absolute mess of a battered body. I should of taken the morning off and listened to my body, instead I dragged myself out on a run, an effort to keep my eyes open in order to put one foot in front of the other. Slight improvement though, I only stopped once on a 50ish minute run, whoop whoop. But it was hard, no kidding, I was gasping for breath like a fish outta water.
Breakfast as soon as I returned, before hitting the gym for pilates and stretches, just because I can lie down to do these exercises. At 10ish we headed for a walk down into the town to see the Saturday morning market, just a scattering of what looks like a second hand shop spread out onto different stalls. On the main road was a random shoe running stall, where the shoes are layed out, first and second hand. The Kenyans will run in shoes til they literally fall apart, none of this 500mile margin then get a new pair. To be honest, they don't need the ankle and foot support that we need, its more for protection of their feet from the stones. We have to do mechanical exercises to get the same ankle stability that the Kenyans naturally have due to their lifestyle of being barefoot running around as kids on the terrain.
St Patricks today were celebrating the founding of their 50th anniversary of the school. Stefan, a guy from new York, who is at the running camp is also teaching at the school during the week. The local important people were there, while the school put on a show of singing and dancing. So we stayed a bit, til Angela and me decided we were to hungry to hang around for much longer, at 12.30pm we headed back to the camp for dinner.
Too much food makes me tired, so I napped by the pool doing a bit sunbathing. To wake myself up I had a bit mess around in the pool, my goggles are crap and just leak so I did some old woman swimming mixed with the odd front crawl with head up, very difficult breath at altitude and swim. Chai time, well to be fair, when is it not chai time. It absolutely chucked it down with rain, rain bouncing off the swimming pool. Sitting in the canteen overdosing with chai, we headed over to the studio with spare clothing to change into when we got there, coz when it rains it pours.
Our 4pm meeting was with Tom Payne, where he talked to us for roughly an hour about the difference of training at high altitude, how differently the Kenyans train, their diets, way of living and how he got into running/what his plans are.
Hit the gym for more stretches, you can never stretch too much, im worried my knees will give me jib if I don't from over training. Poor body doesn't know what has hit, I think it prefers not exercising!
Tea time was at 7pm, I headed to the chill out lounge after to read for a bit on the comfy chairs. Versali was overy joyed to find out I would play some chess with him. With my attention span, I started off good, but ended up losing two games. After which I read a little bit more while the british guys watched rugby, I had no idea what was going on. Totally shattered I headed for an early night, bedtime b**** with Angela and was asleep by 10.20pm.xx
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