Yesterday, I went running. I ran the first lap of my wee course and found it most uncomfortable. I settled nicely into a leisurely pace and by the second orbit I had the sun on my bones and the wind on my face and it felt really rather pleasant. I quite enjoyed it.
This running business isn't nearly as brutal as I expected. The Huelin body (which is no longer obese) is remarkably adaptable and after giving this some thought, along with randomness which seems to occur during running such as 1) how come yawning is contagious, and 2) Why the inspector hasn't got back to me, 3) The implications of an 800mm wide bath over a 750mm one and 4) A cost/benefit analysis of Matki over Showerlux, I was only half a lap shy of 10k. Then my ipod skipped to Counting Crows (which are of little use during running) and it was earphones out and a some sweating and frowning to get my sorry stern towards another milestone. What a way to spend an hour and five minutes, and in tights!
My knees ached today, so I asked my Quack Mate Jon what it all meant. Despite being a consultant anaesthetist, he was of little diagnostic help - his recommendation being to simply man-up. Failing that some Ibrupofen might take the edge off. He suggested joining me on a run with him on his bike and me on my legs, in a risky Rocky re-run. It might actually be a plan, because venturing into the no-man's land that is greater than 10k, gives me an option to call it a day and get a backy to the boozer.
I think consolidation is the key now, so expect no new milestones from me anytime soon!
1 comment:
Am most impressed with your 10k time. I have struggled a bit after my nine km the other day and have only managed a 3 and a 5 since. My calves hurt. I hope I can meet that 10k milestone soon.
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