My boyfriend decided to take me on a never ending bicycle ride around our local forest. The paths were thick with mud so I spent half the time slogging through the stuff and getting spattered head to toe by it. The other half the time I was negotiating the gravelly/sandy/muddy hills of the forest so either in agony as I powered my bike up the hill, or freewheeling down it crouched low to get the maximum amount of speed and taking great gasping breaths of air as I tried to stop myself having a heart attack. In the end it turned out we had only done 20km in the 1.5 hours of the ride.After finishing it was straight out for a run. I did 5k, averaging about a 6.1 min/km and the whole time my body was in agony and I just wanted to stop. I ran through the posh golf course that is behind our estate and got the strangest looks from the shiny pink and argyle clad retirees that where arriving to do a round. Turns out this is because I looked like a mud monster; which I only realised when I got home. With my boyfriend setting a punishing pace and egging me to take the long route, I managed to run for over half an hour and do almost 5.5k. Score!
Of course now I am in pain... and I still don't know how I'm going to manage to do two 5k runs in two short weeks.
- Bike: 1hr 28 mins, 20k
- Run: 33 mins, 5.4k, 6.1 min/km
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