Yesterday the Mistress of Frimousse ran almost 9 km (5.6M) in an hour, without having the impression of suffocating. It seems that the treatment is starting to take effect. So this morning she went for a bike ride with her favorite physical therapist. And it went well. While she was cycling I decided to go for a walk in the mountains. Almost 600 m + (2000 ft +). I was very afraid of the descent but thanks to my HOKA speedgoat 5 and my super sticks everything went well. Tomorrow? Tomorrow is another day.
With the end of the drastic restrictions, the athletes have re-attacked. Elouan can’t run much right now. He needs surgery with both feet – planing a small bone that ignites his tendons. Operation scheduled for late May and no sport until the end of August… He cycles with his friends. Yesterday Semnoz. A nice fall for Tristan, no? It seems that we finally know the origin of the shortness of breath of the Mistress of Frimousse.
In addition to medication, no alcohol, no chocolate, no coffee nor tea, no fat… for a month to begin with. After two days there seems to be an improvement. She ran 7 km this morning at a slow pace, without having to walk. After a day without sports, I had a very sore back this morning. But the back pain quickly faded, replaced by a «good» pain in both knees. Fortunately, I had chosen to keep it short. Maybe I’ll try again later today.
Weeks I did not climb there! Beyond the administrative limit of 1 km… Much of the climb in the clouds. « Personne vu », seen nobody, as we say in Savoy.
What will change for me? I won’t have to fill up those damn documents and no longer have to walk or jog here, less than a kilometre from home. I will be able to try to run on the flat again near the Lake. Otherwise, in terms of kilometers, 5.6 km (3.5M)/day since January 1st. And my knee is holding up for now, despite the steep descents. To boost my motivation I’ve bought modern poles and new trail running shoes. ‘Cause I’m gonna try to do some mountain trails above our place.
Well, if we wait for the good weather! So, this morning, we left around 10 o’clock, at a time when the rain was not too heavy. Same route as yesterday, for me, 6.3 km, and 7.3 km for the Mistress of Frimousse – to make me remember that I am old.
Despite the «negative encouragement» of French politicians, I managed to walk/jog almost 700 km (430M) in 4 months, that’s 5.5 km/day (3,4M). My knees still hold – but for how long? My health? It’s okay. I am waiting for a relaxation of the current rules (once an hour a day, within a radius of less than 1 km) not so much for me, because my routes allow me to do half a dozen kilometers twice a day with two «documents», one in each pocket, but for the millions prisoners in their blocks of flats.
In spite of the rain – a real downpour since this morning – I went out to walk/jog above our house. I returned after 6.5 km (4M), soaked. But it was very pleasant.
This morning we walked/run to the end of the forest road, where I was going before it was banned. A nice drizzle accompanied us. It was neither hot nor cold. Of course we didn’t meet anyone on the 7 km of the course. No one but our postman in his yellow van. He had a muzzle. Who did he bite? I’m not listening to the Prime Minister. Frimousse’s Mistress will give me a summary – short, I hope.
In a few days, on May 11, stores will reopen, employees will work again in their offices or their workshops, children will go to their schools… What about walkers, cyclists, runners, freedom to go where they want when they want? Having seen the government’s meandering attitude, let me wait and see. This morning our little tour, within the radius of one kilometer, (almost) within the limit of one hour. A summer morning, as every morning for many days.
Gardening is harder than running a half marathon! The Mistress of Frimousse has removed the weeds and since yesterday she has a kind of lonbalgia. It is impossible for her to find a position that will allow her not to suffer – neither in bed, nor sitting, nor standing. This morning we did the usual walk of just over 5 km. Walking went more or less, and a little better by doing jogging.
I digged the garden and my knees «appreciated», but I cannot complain, when I think of those locked up on the fifth floor with four children!
Less than 100 meters from our house starts a path that leads into a forest. A few hundred meters higher, a fork. On the right, to the village centre. On the left, towards a forest of the Master of Rouxy. I take to the left. Pleasant ascent in gentle slope under the beeches and the spruces. Until I reach the forest, whose entrance is blocked by a tree broken down by the storm. It is necessary to pass under it and climb about a hundred meters, on a very steep slope, without clearly marked path, by crossing over cut branches, trunks of trees, or by sneaking under. I reach a nice gently sloping trail that joins a few moments later a track that becomes a road that brings me back to our house. 4 kilometres in total. One question: Have I been “mountaineering”? Because “mountaineering” is forbidden – beyond the question of being within 1 km of home and for a maximum duration of one hour. A radius of 1 km, Geoportail, on the Internet, has an option that allows to say it. As far as one hour is concerned, a watch is made to tell this! But “mountain” or “not mountain”? It seems that it is up to the gendarmes to decide and therefore to issue tickets or not – why are you laughing? This morning, on this course, neighbours told us they heard… drones, watching potential walkers or joggers…
But since it’s forbidden to prohibit, then I got my motivation back. I don’t talk to anyone except at least ten metres away. I will have a mask, when masks are available – for the time being I wear a Buff. 65 km (40 M) this week, 569 km (355 M) since January 1st. And they want containment for the aged until 2022? They might as well put us in «old aged homes» right away! Thanks to the Virus, there will be room in those places!
About Virus, Frimousse’s Mistress coughs a lot and is very breathless. Our doctor says it may be a weak form of the disease. But… I should be sick! And I am, for the moment, in great shape.