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Week 11 of 34 – Something’s happening

That’s one-third of the 34 weeks over and finally the signs of progress are making an appearance. The first, and most important, is that I can run. When I targeted the Super Maratona dell’ Etna, I was undergoing therapy for a partial tear of the left calf muscle. My training then consisted of short, gentle jogs on alternate days. Now, thankfully, I run most days. The sessions have become longer and the designated long runs even longer – Sunday’s run saw me set out when the sun was still slumbering and return home 150 minutes later. Another progress marker is that resting heart rate is going under 50bpm more regularly. Concomitantly, my pace is becoming faster without pushing up the heart rate. A third thumbs up is for the sensations I’m having while tackling hills. The strength is returning, as is the confidence; I’m seeking out hills of any length and any gradient. I tackled three new ones during Sunday’s long run:

  1. Palma – 1.3k, an elevation change of +103m and sections with gradients of 16%
  2. Bingemma/Nadur tower – 2.6k, an elevation change of +159m and gradient peaking at 14%
  3. Tas-salib church (Fiddien) – 1k, an elevation change of +71m and top gradient of 11%

Here’s the course profile:

Road Fiddien 08 01 2012 Elevation 300x180 Week 11 of 34   Somethings happening

 

Training hours: 9 / Weight: 71kgs / Body fat: 12.4% / Muscle mass: 69.5% / Water: 57.7% / Bone mass: 3.0 / Resting heart rate: 48

A parliament for cry babies

Since the 1990s, the member of parliament’s equivalent to a child stamping his/her feet is to:

  • go whining and sniffling to every TV station and newspaper that’s ready to offer you a tissue of space on its media
  • exhibit emotional stigmata
  • proclaim love for your country while crucifying colleagues and government

White fury

Christmas dolls and St. Valentine bears

At the end of October of last year, Christmas decorations were already being put up on roundabouts along the arterial roads (see post: Merry Christmas). I was heading to the beach for an afternoon swim when I saw them adorning the perimeter of one of the Xemxija twin roundabouts (doesn’t have the same ring to it as “twin towers” but that’s what this country can afford). Holly and candle shapes and a Merry Christmas sign – all waiting for the night to fall and the electricity to flow, to flash these out-of-season greetings. Eventually, plastic dolls representing holy families, sons of god and wise men mushroomed in the turf and camped for a few months in the maelstrom of fumes and horns, screeching tyres and irate drivers. How the mighty have fallen!

Valentine 263x300 Christmas dolls and St. Valentine bears

Now it’s St Valentine who’s impatient to make his entrance – and an elevated one at that. A billboard is already up on the way to St Julians (the town, named after the man who slaughtered his parents) advertising teddy bears as an ideal gift for the 14th February. What exactly does this furry soft toy say to your romantic partner on the day? “You’re ever so huggable darling” or “Isn’t it time you got an all-over epilation done?”. What I’m really looking forward to are the restaurants’ special menus – essentially bog-standard meals but with over-the-top prices – that will soon make an appearance in the newspapers. You know the sort: a tomato soup starter is renamed Romeo’s Bleeding Heart; a main of chicken breast with chips becomes Juliet’s Welcoming Bosom; for dessert, Arouse My Passion,  two scoops of ice-cream with a strikingly erect wafer tube.

Troubled skies

 
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