It was f-f-freezing out yesterday morning. I’d spent half the night awake drenched in a sea of hormonal sweat, only to ice over in frozen agony the moment I slipped anything more than a fingertip outside of the covers. So by 7am I was more that twitchy to get out.
My left calf was sore and a bit niggly. Plus it felt like last night’s fish and chips were still lodged somewhere in my ribcage. I wasn’t particularly hydrated ….had a glass or 2 of wine last night too… need something at the weekend to celebrate getting through another week of work.
Should I run?… Probably not, but the urge was too strong to resist. I’d just do the 3km run if it was hard work. I was planning to try Niko Niko running - slow and happy after reading about it from a post on here recently, just my cup of tea.
Back in the cold, my Under Armour thermal leggings (an expensive sale bargain) didn’t arrive in the post this week as apparently they’d flogged them to someone else . Peed off and desperate, I resorted to a pair of 60 denier tights underneath my normal running tights and fluffy bed socks… Which worked a blinkin’ treat! Toasty as. I am a running bag lady.
So I stretched well and started out deliberately slower than usual, the air was icy, stinging my lungs, plus I started burping up last night’s fish and chips. Nice. Pure class running with me. My first km is usually my fastest about 6.40mins. Then it slows down to around 7/ 7.20mins. It’s been this way for months.
So what happened to my time today is a total and utter freaking miracle. I can only think it was due to my last run which was the 2.5km of interval running. Although I nearly exploded trying to jog run sprint, so I stuck to jog 30 secs, run 30 secs, which I just about managed. It’s majorly amazing to me …I kept thinking Map My Run woman had got it wrong….I was trying to go slow, so I don’t have any control over my pace at all then. I’ll have to wait and see if it’s a fluke. Can one small interval session give such results??
I hope no one thinks I’m on some look-at-me gloat-fest about this, far from it, my jaw is firmly on the floor (it’s a good look). I keep trying to understand running but most often it completely confuses me. All I know is that it’s been really hard for me, getting to this stage but I am so glad I’ve stuck at it. For me this is a massive leap and therefore a bit scary. I realise how I am still such a newbie at all this.
But if anyone thinks I deserve a bit of karma, on my warm down walk I stopped to help a couple whose car had conked out, offering to help the bloke push. But they were like ‘er, no, we’re ok thanks’ so I carried on home, putting my hand to my nose only to find a big wet snotty trail running down to my lips. Anyone fancy coming for a run with me?