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The Bopseys Go On a Long Journey
It’s the journey, not the goal….

The 8 hour trial run is done, dusted and negotiated successfully. We put to bed a couple of demons but my word was my Chimp enjoying itself.
Every little niggle or sharp pain was met with a screech and comments like:
“So this pain is here after 2 hours and it is only gonna get worse, no way man, no way you can go 8 hours let alone 38. You ain’t gonna make the 4 hour mark”
or
“Careful that sharp pain is really serious, it’s not gonna go away”
or
“Wow that’s a new pain – never had that there before – I’d give up if I were you”
or
“You haven’t peed yet, yer dehydrated already!”
or
“That’s a cramp starting – game over dude”
Yeh! my Chimp really does talk like that, or
“You are too ****ing old to do be doing this ****, what planet are you from?”
or
“Look at Karam, he is still moving to the T and cutting every one of your shots off – no way you can stick that for 38 hours”
or
“Look at Karam, he is stretching again – no way you want to put him through that for 38 hours. Don’t make him go through this.”
I thought that last one was a devious change of strategy. Or whilst we were listening to Peter Gabriel’s Secret World Live when “Don’t Give Up” came on
“Well if you need to listen to that your *****d. Stop now, walk off court – go on you know you want to”
Screech, screech, screech, screech all the time.
Yes there were pains in the legs, just behind the inside of knees and the ITBs were sore as was the back. The right wrist got a little sore as did the right shoulder in a particular position The pain inside the knees went away. The ITBs stayed as they were. But honestly whilst it was uncomfortable it felt more mental than physical. Knowing the knees had packed it in in the previous doubles attempt my mind was trying to protect myself.
We found ourselves going through various patterns of play – long stretches of us serving and the receiver putting it away for a winner. Other patterns where we played alley games which kept us both moving putting it away when either of us felt like it. The former leads to a lot of standing around and little movement which does not help the body stay awake. The latter definitely is better. Personally in hour 8 I was still able to do small lunges to play shots.
The day after felt pretty good actually, a bit of a headache, the weak area in my back and ITBs were sore and stiff but my legs felt pretty good. I felt a lot better than I thought I would. Despite what my Chimp was warning about there was absolutely no cramp not during, after or asleep.
Whilst I was glad it ended I know I could have gone on longer.
I wear a Fitbit and whilst I take the stats with a pinch of salt these are them in anycase:
| Steps | 32,891 from day total of 37, 961 |
| Distance | 24.35 Km from day total 25.65 |
| Calories Burnt | 5471 from day total of 7,311 |
| Floors Climbed | 83 from day total of 86 |
| Avg HR | 124 |
| Peak HR | 158 (near end of hour 2) |
| Mins Fat Burn | 58 |
| Mins Cardio | 434 |
| Mins Peak | 87 |
| Total time for effort (including breaks) | 09:40:06 |
We think the Fitbit detected lunges as climbing stairs so based on that 83 flights of stairs at 13 steps per flight works out to 1,079 lunges.
Some lessons learnt and other observations in no particular order:
Got my small amounts of training done each day and finished yesterday with an hour on court with Karam down at Workout Harbourside before the final PSL match of the year.
The good news there has been no reaction post Shingles recovery from any of the sessions. Continuing on now with the low intensity workouts and slowly start building them up over the next 7 weeks.
Food wise have cut out all the hot milky drinks.
Feeling 🙂 again.
Seamus
The recovery from Shingles continues. I’ve been experiencing what feels like chills or onset of fever about 3pm everyday which lasts for the rest of the day. So any meaningful training is curtailed – just doing some walking and very gentle low level mobility.
Yesterday the chills arrived in the evening and today not yet. Fingers crossed.
So instead of training I have been focussing on setting and meeting little micro goals such as:
I spend a lot of time in the car as I commute from Edgeworthstown to Dublin every day for work. At best that is at least over three hours a day in the car which leads to a long day. If I train or have a match in the evening then it can be late before I end up eating and heading for home.

The combination of being tired and having to stop in for diesel on the way home is a trigger point for a coffee and something sweet to keep me going. It might be a packet of biscuits or a fruit scone but there will likely be something. Many have made the good suggestion to go for healthier options like fruit or to be better prepared by keeping healthy snacks in the car and I have managed to do that from time to time. But the thought of cracking open a can of sardines at 10pm isn’t that appealing!
After listening to some podcasts by Chris Kelly of Nourish Balance Thrive where he interviewed Simon Marshall, co-author of The Brave Athlete: Calm the F*ck Down and Rise to the Occasion, it occurred to me that there was a more obvious way to address this bad habit.
The idea is to change the environment of the habit. My trigger has two components – the fatigue but also the need to stop in to get diesel. Eliminating one of those might help break the habit. I should simply get fuel in the morning on the way to work rather than stop on the way home when I am tired and likely to look for a pick me up. That does mean giving myself time in the morning to stop for fuel but I never have had a desire to buy a packet of biscuits at that hour of the morning.
Change the environment or circiumstances and so change the habit. Easy peasy.
But I will try to pack a healthy survival kit as a backup plan…
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