Dear ULTRAracer

Those were the words that greeted me at the top of an email yesterday.
My palms immediately felt sweaty and nausea erupted from the pit of my stomach. I am not yet an ultra runner, never mind a racer!
It was an email asking that if I hadn't booked my hotel room for Grantham, could I do it immediately as the rooms were getting booked up quickly. I'm fine however, and had secured a room the day I entered the race!

My day yesterday just seemed to go from bad to worse, with clients not being at home for their appointments which resulted in me having to go back to make sure I finally saw them, traffic which seemed to be meandering along the road purely sent just to annoy me. My run was eventful, only 45 minutes of it and I came across the Golightly family who saw no reason why they shouldn't straddle the pavement 3 abreast (it still amazes me that 3 of them actually fit onto the pavement) and forced me to run onto the main road to pass them... a bloke got off a bus right in front of me and dawdled into the middle of the path with a huge bag and didn't give a shit that I had to run on the road to pass him. Thinking I'd said it under my breath, I called him a prick, and then realised that I was speaking louder because of my iPod.... oops! And the last straw on the run came as 2 teenage girls ran across from the other side of the road onto MY path (yes... if I'm running, then it is MY PATH), and then stood like a couple of statues, forcing me yet again onto the road to pass them. This time, I sarcastically told them not to feel like they should move or anything as running onto the main road in front of cars gave me a right adrenaline kick!
I wonder if I have PMT or something.

During the run, every uphill made my bursa ache in my left ankle. This always happens every time I go up in speed (even although it is just a tiny bit faster). So, as soon as I got home I did my eccentric exercises on the stairs. Within the first second I heard a loud crack on my left ankle which gave an instant relief, although I will have to do these exercises for a few days to make sure everything is OK. The first time I ever had bursitis, it was caused by running an 8.20mm pace up a hill. Not knowing what it was, resulted in almost 3 months with not much running until I found out how to deal with it from the physio... who I still use (because he knows his stuff!). Now, a twinge of bursitis is nothing if I deal with it immediately.

So, it's a rest day today which means housework. Pah!