With some unpredicted rainy weather, it seemed that many were not venturing out today. I don’t blame them either, I’m exactly the same when I wake up and see a sodden, rainy concrete jungle with more dark clouds on the horizon. It may have been only ten o’clock but the weather was terrible, wet through and still pouring down with rain that instantly dampened my mood for training. I logged in online to see what others were going to do, in regards to the weather and to no surprise, it seemed no one was going out… Fair play to the ones who did (do) still go out on the rainy conditions, even if it is just to be a Plaza session. I once would have done the exact same thing, with the thrill of training rain or shine but as the years have passed that passion has since faded along with the hunger and drive. I prefer to be at the safe sanctum of home, in the dry and await a warmer, more predictable day. Where a more favourable outcome of warm sun rays and dryness would unveil to me when I pull back the curtains of my man cave. Phil wasn’t out today due to him tweaking his ankle earlier in the week and wanted to rest up. Of course that had a sort of domino effect, along with the weather of other people making plans to not be out either.
Pete wasn’t out either and with so many not wanting to train the elements, even James decided not to go out, as reluctant as he was of not getting out for his weekly mobility for the elderly. It was strange to see a session at the weekend to be such a washout. As time went by it began to get warmer and slowly that tempestuous, bright sun revealed itself, enticing those who had not already been out time training to perhaps now make there way into town… Even I thought, I’ll go out for a few hours! Even though I was late, very late. I left at half past two to hopefully get to town for three. I rang Mat to find out where people were at, he said they were at Orange walls. I made my way there to find a few of them (Mat, Adam, Alex and Jack) sat around not really doing much and was informed the rest of the people out were still over at Plaza. It was then a U-turn to make our way over to Plaza to find that James had come out after all. Femi was out, along with Ant too. Much to my surprise even the foreign rapscallion Denis was there, if in jeans. He had said he would be out when I asked before I was leaving myself, but I didn’t believe him, not until I saw him in person with my own two eyes.
My upper back was pulled, how I have no idea. I felt it go while carrying my bag on my way to Orange Walls, since then it hurt and felt tight. What a great start to the day, it’s the worse possible pain if it pulls severely and one that last for weeks and I have to ride it out until it passes, trying not to aggravate it through workouts. Now it was drying, the next area to venture to was High Pavement, unlike most times we visited the area and people would stand around and want to move on due to hating the area. Something remarkable happened, today people actually enjoyed it! They were jumping around and finding things to do. The focus for me today was the main catleap, which looked insanely far now. Maybe my weak legs couldn’t handle it jumping wise, maybe I’m just not back to the same stage I used to be or it was just THAT far?! Either way, it was depressing to no longer see what to me, used to feel like a small and easy jump to do. The humidity was starting to rise, layers came off as it felt more like spring was finally here. I suggested a striding move to one of the walls then vault over a wall onto the pebbles, but it was too hard to even try for me at least. While Femi and Denis nailed it after giving it a few attempts. Denis even did a few flips, though he had said he wasn’t out to train…
Always the one to be tempted by things. James was working on running precisions I joined him and so did Ant. Well, that was until Ant was quick to point out that it looked like the wall we were landing on was moving and unstable. Only when he did it himself, did it rock and then we decided against jumping to it any more for fear of making it topple over. Ant was amazed that he used to do the main catleap, much like myself as now he said its seems mental. That and it’s hard to know how far he could jump these days and is one of the reasons he wasn’t sure if to do it, even if he wanted too. I kept looking at it, it didn’t feel possible but I wanted to do it again, to prove to myself I could. Why is the outdoor world so scary?! Perhaps I would twinge my ankle, maybe wouldn’t make the distance, so many things went rushing through my head. Continue reading ‘The Three Hour Commitment.’