5.40 am: I wake up, struggle into my gym gear and running shoes left out in a neat pile the night before. Make myself a hot water with a squeeze of lemon. Fill up my water bottle. It’s dark, but not as cold as it has been.

6.00 am: I’m at the beach carpark standing in the dark with a group of similarly clad people… I think. It’s a bit hard to tell in the murky pre-dawn. The instructor has a miners’ light on her head.

6.05 am: Warm up. We do knees up runs to the road and back, kicking our feet to our bums. Then stretches. I sit on the ground. As I put my feet together and draw them towards me, I feel a twang. Ouch! I can’t seem to get my knee to fall out towards the ground. And it hurts.

6.12 am: 3 kilometre run to test our fitness. Hmmm my right foot feels odd. Flat footed. And my groin is a bit sore… must be that thing that happened before… still… I jog on. Get back in 21 minutes 27 seconds… not last, nowhere near first.

6.35 am: Pushups and Situps. I manage one proper mens pushup and 19 knees down pushups in a minute and 20 full situps in another minute.

6.45 am: Stretches

6.50 am: Get up. Ouch! That groin thing is hurting.

So I go back to the club for measurements (OMG lets NOT go there) and then the instructor does a bit of massage. It still really hurts.

I go home, shower, get ready for work and go to the office. By the time I get out of the car and start walking up the stairs I’m hobbling. Ooohwee it hurts to lift my leg up to the next stair.
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I get some ice.

It gets worse during the morning.

At lunchtime I pop (stagger, hobble) to the physio across the road and am advised to strap, ice and rest… and take some nurofen… I’ll get to see the physio himself tomorrow.

The picture is of me looking down at my lap at work with ice pack over strapped thigh.

The nurofen helps.

I feel like such an idiot. Day one of a ten day intensive program and within five minutes I’m injured. At least footy players you know… are fit before they get a groin injury.

Pathetically I drag myself home. I’m sticking to the diet and I’ll do upper body work at the gym tomorrow and miss the beach circuit. Sigh.

I never got injured when I lazed about at home on the computer, or was prone on the couch watching telly, or slept in! And the muscle ache from that run hasn’t even kicked in yet.

Bloody Olympics!