So. We've been doing a lot of hiking in preparation for our trip. Lots of up & down monster hills. Plumbing boy took us on a guided hike on Saturday around where he dirt bike rides & had us hike up "Terminator Hill". Self explanatory. It's bloody steep. The entire walk was around 14.5kms. Our mate K who is coming on the trek with us came too; photo below courtesy of K. It's a little grainy & not all that flattering, but you get the general idea.
Speaking of long distances, I ran my furthest distance ever over Easter. We stayed in Port Fairy with my Aunt & Uncle who'd just returned from house sitting in the UK for 2 years. Was lovely to spend some quality time with them!!!
Anyhoo. Both PB & I wanted to run & I was keen for a long slow run around the 8 - 10km distance. Uncle Tom said, well, if you run out to the golf course & just past it, you can run up & over the dunes easily & come back via the beach. That's about an 8km return trip. I think he was still thinking in imperial.
14.2kms later........... I was channeling pep talks from my trainer, the Commando etc etc....you get the general idea. It was tough & my right knee wasn't particularly impressed but I made it!!! I was pretty stoked actually.
We have another training hike this weekend with Dad. Did a few sessions with him where he trains over Easter. PB's keen to do a back to back weekend where we hike both Saturday & Sunday, but we are running out of time!!! Unless someone volunteers to do his on call weekend I suspect it won't happen. I'm feeling pretty good about it all. Just need to not injure myself.
That said, I managed my first gym injury in a long time this week. I was doing lunges in a PT session & had to bounce a medicine ball on the opposite side of my lunged leg & on the last bounce the ball bounced up & smashed into the end of my thumb. Bought a tear to my eye but I went straight onto the next set of upright rows without much ado as it was the last thing I had to do in the session.
When I'd finished my trainer said OK, give me a look (must have had a pained sooky expression on my face). "Oooh, you really did hurt it didn't you. Do you want a sticky plaster?" Yes, he's pom. Great accent. The ball separated the nail from the bed & was starting to bleed. I still have a bit of purple discoloration, but I don't think I'll lose the nail. Throbbed like a MoFo! Considering my usual lack of coordination at the gym, I've done quite well not to hurt myself sooner!
I think the last time I hurt myself there was when they moved the front door. Yes, I walked into the glass panel quite forcefully. Not once, but twice. Dufus! Thankfully I didn't knock myself down or out; but felt like a right twit!!