Sorry for shouting. This morning I went out for my third run of the week - the last of the WEEK 7 series. Twas an epic FAILURE! I don;t know what it was, but I just couldn't do it. Here's the story.....
Saturday morning. My lie in morning after a weeks mega pressure at work making movies for the general public to go and see and then say "That was sh** wasn't it?"!!! I knew I was running this morning but I couldn't get up. I looked at the clock at 8.30am and thought "Five more minutes....". I couldn't get up. I snoozed and got comfy next to Mrs Dan and just didn't want to leave my pit of warmth and snuggle'ness. Eventually one of the cattens came in and attacked my foot under the duvet and I had to get up. Thanks Tallula.
Eventually got up and kitted out in my running gear and went down to the kitchen to swallow some juice and a spoonful of honey. I managed to break my super duper electronic juicer in the week which had been giving me glasses of green sludge to wolf down, but this time, a glass of cranberry would have to do. I was starrrrrrving! I started ENDOMONDO and then WEEK 7 podcast and off I went.
I was really not feeling "in the zone" on this run. I got to around 3K and man my legs started to feel like lead. Heavy leaden legs of heaviness that took an almighty effort to drag along. I reached the top of a long long hill and kept saying out loud "Push...push...push". This therapy kind of worked for a bit but then......my brain told me to stop. "Noooooo Dan, don't stop" I said to myself. But my body had other ideas. My heart sank. Week 7 Run 3 was going to be a non starter. I started running again and managed another few hundred metres and reached the riverside Thames path. A bloke walking along in front of me spurred me on as he smoked heavily on his woodbine and made me feel "At least I don't smoke!".
"Come on Dan. Just a few hundred metres to go and we can...."
I stopped. Exhausted. And my legs felt even heavier. Heavy to the point of hardly being able to walk. I was hungry too. Tummy empty. The cranberry juice and honey had long ago been used up and I suddenly realised what the term "running on empty" actually meant! I tried to run again but if any of you had seen my efforts you'd have gone "That's patheeeeeeeeetic!" So I walked home the last K and decided to think positive.
This was not a disaster. I could redo this run again next week. And once I had, I'd move on to the next week. WEEK 8. I am determined to get back to my 5K in under 30 mins fitness levels and if a bad run kicks me in the nu*s now and again, I'd damned well return and kick it back! This runs stats had been 5K in 36 odd minutes. A long way from my titanic 27'28 back in September.......
I walked / hobbled home and was aghast at a lady who was out on a run and jogged past me, chatting away to herself, only to realise that she was on a call. Who the hell phones someone for a chat when you're out running???? I ask you!
Thank you for reading and listening. I'm gonna whoop week 7's ass again soon and let you know how I get on. Lotsaluv