Well today I ran for sixty minutes, the culmination of weeks of trying to extend my running time using Ju Ju's plan and running to time. Oh boy, was it hard! Warning, long post coming up!
Whenever I try to meet a new challenge I try very hard to set myself up to succeed. In doing something new I don't run up hills, I don't run under the blazing sun, I don't run if I am feeling in any way unwell. I have been looking sideways at this sixty minutes for a couple of weeks, not liking to look it in the face in case it made me squawk and run away. Having done a couple of shorter runs this week I decided that today was the day to attempt the sixty minutes. I would go down to Prestatyn and run on the seafront in search of maximum flatness. I would go earlyish, around nine, hoping it would be cooler and quieter than later in the day. Ian, who is not running right now having damaged his Achilles a couple of weeks ago, said he would come with me and have a gentle walk while I ran. I got up, put my running gear on and had no breakfast. Let's get on with it.
It was quiet as we got out of the car. The tide was low. There were one or two families and dogs playing on the hard sand. The sun glittered on the water. A few elderly couples were strolling on the prom, here and there being passed by a tired looking parent with a baby or toddler in a pushchair. I was just about to start my phone app when I saw a shape on the ground a hundred yards or so away. It looked as though someone had fallen.
We rushed across and indeed a woman had fallen and bashed her face heavily. She was very shaken and groggy. Her husband had gone to the nearest hotel for help and soon there were two staff from the hotel as well as Ian who has had the training from the ambulance service to work as a volunteer first responder. There seemed to be nothing that I could do so after a few minutes I set off, leaving Ian with the injured lady and the woman's husband calling for an ambulance.
I had decided to use the last week of the couch to 5k app to give me the measure of thirty minutes and then to turn around. The familiar voice of Sarah Millican felt like company as I set off and I turned Strava on too to measure distance and pace. The first ten minutes or so of a run used to see me suffering terribly with the "toxic ten", where legs and lungs won't get going and your whole body screams that you have to be joking. One of the big pluses of having carried on running for a few months, however slowly, is that this doesn't seem to happen any more. So the first ten minutes were fine as I found my pace and the next twenty minutes or so were ok too. It felt like a long way and a long time but I seemed to settle down to it. Occasionally cyclists passed me or someone running the other way smiled as our paths crossed. It was hot and windless. I began to count which is how I generally pass the time because I can't seem to adjust to having music in my ears. I like to hear the birds and the water and people calling to each other. Surely I must have gone thirty minutes by now. Sarah tells me that I have only five minutes to go so no, I have done twenty five. The downside of using the app to mark thirty minutes is that while Sarah is telling me how wonderfully I have done and that I can stop now, I have to turn round and run all the way back. It is feeling like a very long way.
For the first ten minutes or so after I turn I am still feeling all right and then I begin to feel very tired. My legs slow, my breathing labours. Sweat runs down into my eyes. I start to think that I won't be able to do it. This is the point where being really stubborn is useful. I won't stop now I think. If I don't do it this time I will have to come and try again. I have run fifty five minutes before so I must be able to do that. I promise myself that if I do fifty five minutes and feel really dreadful I can stop. I look at my phone. Oh God, I have only run for forty eight minutes. Don't look, don't think. Just count. Look, up there is a lifebuoy, count to that and then you can look. Fifty minutes. Slow down, slow down, keep moving but slow down. I go so slowly you would not think it possible to slow down, but I do. Just keep going. Run to the cafe. Slowly, slowly but don't stop. God but this is hard. I look up and I am sure I can see Ian in the distance walking towards me. That's ok. I will just run to him and then I will see what to do next. Closer and closer he comes. I thrust my phone at him. "Can you look at my Strava for me. Tell me how much longer."
"Three minutes."
"What happened to the woman who fell?" See I can still speak. I must be able to run.
"The ambulance came. The people from the hotel were very good. I stayed a while and then I walked. Two minutes."
Well I am damned if I am going to stop now. Run, breathe, run, breathe. Ian walks with me, his faster stride easily keeping pace with my running.
"One minute."
I can do this. I will do this.
"That's it."
I am running with sweat. I know my face is the exact colour of my deep pink t shirt. But I did it. Sixty minutes. How is that even possible? I ran for 7k in that time so you can see how slow I am and I can't imagine that at my pace I could run 10k because that would be nearly half an hour longer and I had nothing much left at the end but hey, who knows, the body is a strange thing. Would I have believed you in January that I could ever run for an hour? Absolutely and totally not.
And now I feel good, if tired. What a strange thing this running lark is. Why do I do it? Heaven knows!
A boring 20 minute run
First 60 Minute Run 😀
