I won the Edinburgh Triathletes Club Championship last year, and got this rather splendid trophy: look it has my name on it! It is a little large for drinking malt whisky from, but I gave it a good go on the awards night. In truth I sort of won it by default: I competed in more of the club’s target races than any other lady, so it actually didn’t matter how well I did. In most years the competition is a bit fiercer, and I wouldn’t normally stand a chance. But hey, I’m proud of my achievement! I’ve never won anything for sports before, so this means a lot. The reason I mention this fantastic achievement, in passing you understand, is purely because part of the prize was the physiotherapy equivalent of an MOT check, which I finally claimed this week. (MOT = car safety and roadworthiness test in the UK). Continue reading “Week Twelve: MOT fail”
An article I’ve just written for Edinburgh Triathletes fab newsletter TriBull:
I had a bike accident whilst training in April (yeah, yeah, yeah, doesn’t she go on?). In short a driver pulled out of a junction without seeing me so I hit her at speed, with the end result that my bike sheared into three pieces at the handlebars and forks, but I was fortunately just left with mild whiplash. If you’re interested in the full story it’s on my blog here but I just wanted to write a few notes about things I’ve learnt from the experience, in case this is helpful for others. Continue reading “Lessons from an accident”
Week two didn’t live up to the high ideals of the training plan. I now realise this was inevitable, but it took me a while to get my head round that. And to go a bit easier on myself about the implications of the setback.
Physically I had a lot of bruising on my legs, and my shoulders and neck had a permanent stiffness that wouldn’t go away. But I felt surprisingly OK when running and swimming, so thought I could keep these up as planned even if I didn’t have a bike to train on. My ankles felt a little tender – they must’ve got a jolt when my bike shoes were ripped out of the pedals during the crash – but they soon got back into stride. Continue reading “Week Two: Getting back on the horse”