Hope and Despair in Clydebank

I ran a hot 3 miles yesterday just round the Asda route..not wanting to over do it before my 1st shift!

I could have run long.

The bells went alright but after a 3 hour induction and a mind blowing info over load it turned out I couldn't even go on the run. My helmet broke and there was no spare to be had. One of the guys took a trip up to Helensburgh (..where they fix them...) but it seems a SMALL helmet is just too hard to come by on a Monday night!

So I opened and shut the appliance bay and kicked around the station like a work experience kid while the rest of my watch flew in and out.

If only Subversive and I could have swapped roles for the night we would have both been happy!!

The up side is that I am feeling like I know the station pretty well, met my watch who are all great, and have plenty to get ma heid roond!

I also managed to hit my yoga class this morning with the newly names mistress of tourture jo to whom I am ever grateful that she keeps me a space at all. It was a great session even if I am a stiff old bird!

Crazy Yoga

Yoga this morning. The picture above is of Jo holding the position that she seems to think I, one day will achieve. It is the latest progression in the Ashtanga practice.

some of the other members of the class have just gone into this pose without batting an eye lid. I however can barely get my feet past my hands! After wiggling around and adjusting, (not very smooth or attractive!) I manage to get my legs the right side of my hands....but then I can't get my hands to stay flat on the floor! I feel a bit like Mrs Bean...you get one appendage in and another pops out, Ok that may have come across wrong.

Apparently it's all down to my hips...another common runners complaint...along with the tight hamstrings and tense shoulders.





Did a hill session with the kids tonight. They sprinted up the Murrayfield hill eagerly with enviable energy. The sum total of session for me was a mile down and a mile back.


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