I'm such a slob. I lay in AGAIN until 10am this morning and coming from a family who are definitely "morning people" I felt incredibly guilty about this. I remember as a kid, growing up on a farm in Ireland and my dear departed Dad stomping energetically around the kitchen at 5.30am, just prior to going out to get the cows in for milking, and passing me a cup of luke warm strong tea and saying "Bejaysus son, if you're a real man you'll have a days work done be ten o'clock in da mornin'!" (strong Irish accent needed there.....)
Anyway, having apologised to Dad (who had most likely already done some maintenance work on the Pearly Gates, done Gods laundry and was busy mowing Heavens massive lawn) I got up and pulled on the Super Dan costume. Popped downstairs to make a glass of sludge in the juicer, then suddenly remembered Mrs Dan had used it two days ago and the bloody thing had shattered! So, no juicer. What to do? Being a resourceful kind of chap, I zapped some strawberries and blueberries in the blender with some oats and almond milk and swallowed the said "shake", before yelling to Mrs Dan "I'm off now squishy boobs!" - "Stop calling me that!" came the terse reply.....
My shins were sore. I can't deny it. I was worried last night about todays run and decided to put an ice pack on them as I watched telly to try and prepare them for today. After my 5 minute walk I started....."I'm only doing 5K today" I decided. "Not really feeling like anything longer" - I agreed with myself that this was probably a good idea.
Right shin buzzing and left calf zinging, I carried on. The discomfort wasn't too bad otherwise I would have jettisoned the run and walked home, so I kept going. Legs felt heavy today and I found the entire run a big struggle. Only two days ago I'd powered to a victorious 8K finish in 49 minutes but today both legs weren't playing ball.
The run was lovely and sunny and the Thames path was gorgeous. I love listening to running water when I'm out on a run. There's something quite relaxing about it. I was travelling at a fair pace, by no means fast, but a fair enough one for my current state of legs and demeanour. "Pick your legs up you klutz!" I admonished myself. "Yes sir!" I replied, so I tried to pick my legs up a bit and imagine my legs were kind of cycling in a round type motion. "Ohhh bol****s to this!" I said after two minutes. It was knackering. So I resorted to my Super Dan Shuffle/jog thang and kept going.
I reached the 5K marker (which turned out to be 5.5K cos I'd screwed up my route measurements!) and I walked home for the 5 minute cool down. Mrs Dan was out in the garden with her kettle bell, looking like she meant business. "How did it go then?" she asked. "Ugh. Hurumph.....bleuughhh!" I replied. "Well how long did it take you, you stupid ninny?" -
Imagine my surprise when I checked my stats to find out I'd done it in 28'44. "That can't be right?" I thought. "I was kerplunking along like a pregnant hippopotamus with chapped lips". But there were the stats, right in front of me. I felt damned pleased I can tell you. I immediately stuck the ice pack on my shin for 15 minutes and hoped I hadn't done any damage. It was sore, but not too sore, so the ice would hopefully calm the mutha down.
After my jacuzzi I weighed myself (I've been trying to lose excess middle aged spread poundage) and I whooped with delight as I discovered I'd hit my target weight of 12 stone 7lbs. Exactly a stone lighter than 7 weeks ago! Go MEEEEE!!
So maybe I might see if I can get to 12 stone and then leave it there. It's a safe weight for a 50 year old bloke who doesn't smoke (do like the old vino though....ssshhhh!!)
Until we meet again on this oh so friendly forum we call......er......the forum!!