I had some terrible news yesterday and felt very flat today. Sometimes the heart really does feel a weight to carry. After a day at a desk I thought a run might help me recalibrate, so I arranged for my son to be dropped off at grandma’s, 5.5k away.
Rather than having to look at a watch all the time. I thought I would try to maintain a steady pace and an easy effort by nose-breathing. The rule was; if I needed to mouth-breathe, I had to stop. Not a step unless it’s nasal-fuelled.
The first 3k felt pretty good. Then in the fourth km I could feel the effort levels rising and the breathing wobbled, forcing a suck of mouth air and therefore a stop. A glance at the buzzing watch confirmed I’d hit 168bpm and the speed had crept up. But... but... I know the figures are a bit dodge, but that’s meant to be about 95% effort. Which is nuts and balls.
It got me thinking... I had a look through the stats new and old and sure enough, there is a remarkable similarity between my cadence and my HR when running. (Like, less than 5!)
I have ordered a chest strap heart monitor in the interests of science and will report back.
It was a gorgeous afternoon and evening. The highlight of the run was the half hour walk back home across fields, playing in a lightning tree and chitchatting the whole time. The perfect distraction and a reminder that life is precious and good.
Happy running peeps x