I was quite excited as well as a touch apprehensive for my first run post Covid. I wasn't seriously ill fortunately just suffered with coughing, sneezing and bad night sweats.
Having dropped my wife off I had a quick warm up walk to the towpath and I was off. I didn't want to head towards town as that would mean a tough 7 lock uphill stretch on my return leg so I went in the opposite direction - a route I hadn't run before.
I was pleasantly surprised that the gravel paths were wide and clear and even the mud trails were quite compact too. On my other towpath routes I would have been slipping and sliding so this was much better.
I settled into a slow pace which was turning out to be my 10k pace. As it happens I just couldn't run any faster anyway even if I wanted to. At my 2.5k turnaround point I was really quite shattered, chest heaving and quite breathless.
As I started on my return journey Gail the Gremlin kept chirping at me " enjoying the run are you Alan, are you enjoying the scenery?" No Gail, I'm not, I'm just focusing on putting one foot in front of the other at the moment now go away.
At 4km my chest was exploding but no way was I stopping. I was certain at this point that canal water must somehow defy gravity and flow uphill!! π
On a positive side I did see the largest Swan and Heron ive ever seen before on my run. As I approached the heron it flew majestically over to the other side.
For the final 0.1km I broke out into a full on sprint and for the first time in a long while had to sit down to catch my breath.
Afterwards I felt quite proud to have battled through although Mr Garmin couldn't wait to inform me I was "detraining". π‘π‘π‘ Grrrr!