The weather was incredibly warm in London today which meant I could go out in just my T shirt (Well, obviously I had my running leggings, trainers, compression shorts and shin compression guards on too...). This however left me with a problem - how to carry my iPhone? I usually put it into my zipped pocket of my long sleeved top, but because I wasn't wearing that today I was a bit stumped. My running leggings back pocket is only just big enough to hold my bloomin' door key, so that wasn't gonna be much help. I stuck it down the front of my shorts. Nope, that wasn't gonna work either, despite the tight elasticated waist. Top of my sock? No flippin' way! So I made the decision to leave the damned thing at home today, which made Mrs Dan gasp in amazement! "You're actually leaving the house WITHOUT your phone Dan? I can't believe it!". It's true that I never even leave it in a room I'm not in, let alone not take it with me outside! But today I was gonna give it a go - which meant NO STATS! Who cares about how far I run? Who cares about how long it took me? Who cares how fast I run each K? I was going for leaving the phone on the stairs - and be damned!!!
Setting off on my run, I immediately felt strange. I felt oddly sad that my stats wouldn't be available to me when I got home. There's something about keeping track of how you do which I find useful - mentally at least. I'm an incredibly organised sort of person and like things like stats, so to go "commando" (as it were!) without my phone was a tough call.
I'd already done my hip and glute exercises before I left the house, so I'd "woken" up those muscles which would help me motor on through. I did about 6.5K I think - took a slight detour off my normal route which I guesstimated to be about half a K less than the usual. At around 5K though I was forced to stop for a walk. I felt awful for about 30 seconds. Dunno what it was, but whatever it was my whole body yelled at me "STOP!". Of course I obeyed and walked for about 2 minutes, wondering what the hell was going on? I started again and felt fine, but at around 6K had to stop for another walk break. This wasn't the most brilliant of runs, but I don't care about that - because at least I was out in the glorious sunshine, breathing in the air and cursing people who got in my way (under my breath of course)!! Started running again and decided to give up about 300m from my "finishing" lamp post. I was knackered and just couldn't do it.
Got home and announced my "rubbish run" to Mrs Dan who said "At least you did it!". Wise words. A few hours later I started to look online at Garmins and Timex Iron Man watches and wondered if I should splash out. I find it hard to know whether I should invest in one, when I have my phone with it's free Endomondo app which does everything I need it to do. After dilly dallying for an hour, I decided to spend £2 on a Sports Direct belt, big enough to hold my iPhone! Get iiiiin!
This running lark is great isn't it? Even if you have a crap run - it's still a great run! And the next bad run I have, I'm gonna have the stats to salivate over. Lovely!
Happy running one and all.