Ladder logic

The title pertains to something I learnt in 'Control Theory' but I thought it made sense in today' work out in a 'lateral' sort of way. I did a 'ladder' speed work out and managed it reasonably well. However, it is important to add that I felt well rested and that this workout is one of the easier progressions that I had done last year, before Lausanne. So, it wasn't a big deal; but, it came as much needed relief because I thought I was going to 'bonk'. What with all the alarm about having kicked my liver around and its apparently recent vengeance in pronouncing me a "failed" in my Half Marathon trials! So, its not entirely erroneous to conclude that 'logic' says, I'm fine - or am I?

I have to await the outcome of my next few workouts but until then I am going to be on tenterhooks. It felt nice to return home on my 'bullet' put-putting away in comfortable gear and getting a nice 'tail-wagging' welcome from Dojo. He seemed to sense that it was indeed a 'Good morning' for me:-) I devoured the 'native' fried eggs that were brought from Assam, from Minoti' village with the yolk a deep golden yellow; much like the sun rise that I'd seen today. All I gotta do now is ensure that I don't get drawn into the binges that are a standard in our evening tipples at Coimbatore, where I am headed tomorrow. Take it easy Dan.

Dojo to the rescue

The last two weekends have been disappointing ones because I have had two failed runs. I have been trying to do a Half Marathon trial and find that I crash after just 10K. I have several theories to explain this, the foremost being that somehow my Glycogen storing capacity has been affected. Further, I can only surmise in alarm that my copious 'tipples' over the last 2 months are to blame. I am trying out remedies and alternatives and hope that there is no serious damage.

I returned home yesterday morning, dejected from my Half Marathon trial disaster and prepared to leave Dojo (who I was baby sitting since the family went to Gauhati) with my sister, so that I could attend work for half a day. However, Dojo made it amply clear to my sister that it would not do, so much so, that she called me at work requesting me to leave early. I came home to a real cold reception from Dojo. He scolded me as a wife would do to an errant husband that had over stayed at the pub. Well, alcohol and its effects on my endurance be damned, as I made Dojo a 'mutton paya' and poured myself a "Tiger" in a tall frosty glass. I sipped the golden ambrosia and carressed Dojo even as I spoke and told him that I have to work hard for the money. He turned over on his back and promptly slept peacefully snoring as if in reply that all' well that ends well:-)