This 10 miler is organised by my club and I've done quite well in it in the past, but this year they've made a bigger deal of the sharp end, made it an Inter-Area match, offered free elite places to the superfast and offered good prize money to get the big guns in. As a result, despite technically running a PB (I've run a faster pace per mile over an entire half marathon though) I only finished 15th lady. However, the speedsters weren't local so I still won the County Champs and this time (unlike the XC) I was allowed both gold medals - senior and V35.
It absolutely threw it down with rain, so the steeplechase last weekend proved useful for practice at running in sopping wet shoes and socks I suppose. It was a bit grim, but the usual howling gale was notably absent, so on the whole I'd say conditions were reasonable. I kept losing concentration and the pace would drift. Without the Garmin I'd have been stuffed. Maybe it's just lack of practice. Anyway, I worked my way up the field, passing quite a few fellas and at least 3 women. I averaged 6.35s, which will hopefully be marathon pace in 16 weeks time.
Having had grouchy guts all week that had led to one emergency loo dash, one curtailment and one zero miles day, I resorted to immodium. It did the job, but I had some painful cramping afterwards. I still had some Mebeverine (anti -spasmodic) left over and that didn't do a thing.
Then I got home at 10pm, forced myself to eat some cereal and went upstairs. Opened the airing cupboard and got dripped on. Some confusion ensued. I groggily got out the ladders and climbed up into the loft. Oh F**k. Leaking roof. I stuck the washing up bowl under it and went to bed! Having finally dug out my insurance docs I called the home emergency dept of my home insurance and they promised a roofer on Sunday. As far as I can tell, they didn't come. But, it was a bit rainy and I went out to see Motley Crue at Download in the evening (awesome, by the way, but it was so cold I didn't hang around for the whole of Kiss's set afterwards). This morning however, I *think* I heard someone on the roof. I didn't see any sign of anyone though and they've not left a card. Hmmm. May have to ring up again and check what the deal is!
Today was the day of the appointment with the GI specialist. I liked the posh hospital but I didn't much care for the doctor. He seemed keen to get the appointment over with. Maybe because I was an NHS patient in a private hospital? He totally rubbished Fodmap and told me to eat more nuts, avoid all wheat but eat wholewheat pasta. Er, what? That doesn't even make sense. Pasta really bloats me and I'd already told him that was an identified trigger, along with dairy, egg, rye, large quantities of soya and large quantities of fats. Anyway, he sent me away with a little plastic container and instructed me to bring it back and have my bloods done at the same time. Now, I've had to collect a poo sample from my cat before, but from myself???? That was a spectacularly unpleasant experience, but it's done. I took it back and they took my blood. Now I wait. Again.
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