I had a bed delivery this morning and was informed it would be between 7.30 and 9.30, so decided when I awoke a 6.30 that it was probably best not to warm up and head out for my 10km just yet, as knowing my luck if I were still huffing and puffing at 7.35 they would come and go before I got back. I would run after, not such a bad plan I thought.
But my mouth and stomach got completely confused. “Ok, so if you’re not running, where’s breakfast?” yelled my empty stomach at 7am. Pretty soon after my lips were wingeing about the fact there had been no second cuppa yet. And that’s why I usually run first thing. I can’t cope with running after eating, and the risks of running with too much fluid on board don’t need sharing with you all. 🚽😉
So I tried hard to distract my moaning digestive system, ignoring the rumbling noises emanating from my tummy, and getting on with dismantling the bed that was being replaced. 7.30 still no sign of the delivery van... but the smell of toasted bagel wafted temptingly under my nose. Thank you daughter for being so understanding (NOT), especially as the bed was for her. 😡
Further attempts at distraction included planning a menu of Indian food for some vegetarian friends I’m entertaining on Saturday. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea, as I was now feeling decidedly peckish. Surely the van would be here soon. But 8 o’clock ticked by... then 8.30... then... yep, you guessed it. The delivery eventually arrived at 9.28. 😡My stomach thought my throat had been cut, and was seriously miffed, grumbling audibly as I opened the door to the bed men.
And then, of course I had to stay while they not only delivered the bed frame, but put it together too. In an attempt to be cheery, I found myself offering them a cup of tea and a biscuit and nearly succumbed myself.
But at last they were out the door around 10.00 and I followed suit after some dynamic stretches around 10.15. It was still fairly cool, and once I started the warm up walk I was able to forget about breakfast, or the lack of it. And actually I had a fairly good run. I had a couple of moments when my legs had had enough, but a helpful track on my Ska/ Two Tone playlist kept me going.
Rudy a Message to You, soon evolved (despite the Specials lack of rhyming).
Stop your puffing around
Better run like you could girl
Keep on running straight out
Soon you’ll be far from town.
A message to you, Razzy,
A message to you.
Legs stop fooling around.
Keep on going you could now.
Time for striding right out
Else you’ll run like a snail.
And it certainly did the job, as by the time I got to 10k I realised I had beaten my newly established PB with a time of 56.15