2.5lb gain; 37.5lb total; 15.5lb in 2014 (probably DOMS related – my ankles and feet were very swollen). Or maybe just not enough tea 😉
About three months ago, I was in our local butchers in Craddocks Parade. As a regular visitor we have got to know the owners reasonably well. The shop is always very well stocked with so many delicious things. Not just a butchers but also a deli with bowls of glistening olives and antipasta, homemade salads, gooey brownies and carrot cakes shiny with cream cheese frosting, masses of cheeses and salamis and rows and rows of pies. We regularly joked that I wasn’t allowed into the deli section, it was just too damn dangerous. So I would always lurk deep in primal territory near the eggs.
But this day, Rob accosted me almost straight away asking if it was true that I was about to embark on an Ironman. Clearly, Alan had been talking! I confirmed it was the case and then Rob announced that if I got to the end within the cut off, he would commemorate it by making me a celebratory pie. We laughed it off, and it became a running joke every time I went in there. We were training for pie 🙂
So, last Friday when I got a phone call from Rob to pop in the butchers when I was passing. I was astounded to be greeted by a huge pie on the counter with the words ‘Well done, Iron Lady’. Astounded and deeply touched. What a lovely gesture.
We had some friends round for dinner on Saturday evening. And rather than the usual leg of lamb, we baked the pie and shared it with them. It was fitting as they had all been at Outlaw with us the week before, either participating as a relay team or supporting.
It was a very well earned pie. And it was delicious. Possibly the best pie I’ve ever eaten. Yum.
News of the pie spread fast though. Checking in on e-mails briefly I found one from Peter. With his usual sign off ‘Stay primal’ and this time an addition ‘Well, after the pie at least 😉 Blimey, you can’t hide anything from this man!
Well now the pie was out of the bag.
This week has seen a return to gentle training. Well, when I say gentle, I mean until I got to the shed on Friday night. We celebrated with ‘race night’ another 45 minute onslaught at 85% (or above) HRM. I was astonished to see that not only did I get up into the red, I stayed there for most of the evening. “I did an Ironman last week” apparently cuts no slack with Barrie. But happily my legs didn’t grumble too much and I’m feeling ready to take on the Prudential Ride 100 next Sunday without too many qualms.