Greetings of the morn, my dear fellow C25Kers; I trust the warm Wednesday morning finds you all in tremendous form and in running enjoyment.
As always on my runs, they start with the 0401 alarm wake-up, which I seemed to respond better to than Monday morning's alarm, which seemed to garner a dreadful display of tiredness from me. Today, not so bad. Wake up feeling reasonably good to go. Off to the kitchen with me for my pre-run snacking, which today consisted of three figs, a rice cake topped with crunchy peanut butter, three Brazil nuts and some sparkling water. om nom nom. Went for the rice cake to munch and knocked the plate to the floor, startling my furry feline kitty, who looked at me with abject disgust, although that seems to be her general demeanour anyway so I couldn't really discern whether or not she was perturbed by my launching plates about the place. Thankfully, said plate stayed intact. That little mishap behind me, it's time to get ready and then wax my moustache into its 1850s curly style. What-ho, dear chums.
Water bottle full, it's out the door, lock the door, check the door is locked, check again the door is locked and then check once more the door is locked. Five doors in one sentence; not bad. *nods* So, Endomondo running, I start walking and then go to turn Laura on, as I like to do early in a morning. Ahem. BUT WAIT! Where the hell is she?! She WAS there, but now yes, we have no Laura today. Where Laura is? After some hunting through various files, I still find no Laura; shy she hides? What a rum do this is; this is not necessary at all. Turn round, go home and I'll have to put her back on. Humph! This telephone of mine is most unnecessary at times; for reasons known only to it, it doesn't transmit sound properly through headphones. One works fine but the other cuts in and out a lot. Sometimes the shonky headphone works perfectly, others it's very choppy. Sometimes it chooses not to work at all. It's definitely not the headphones as it's the same no matter what headphones are plugged in there. Oh my phone!
Restarting my phone, just in case, it fires back up as I get back in the house. Before I start to faff with technology and acquire Laura again, I double check the phone again, but, alas, it's taking an age to initiate. 'Smart' phone indeed. Eventually it starts and joyous celebration: there Laura is! Panic over, off we go!
Warm-up walk under way and what a delightful morning it is. Warm, quiet and peaceful. That is. until my dearest Laura informs me it's time to run for eight minutes. I can do it. Apparently. And do it I did; it was nice and steady, my breathing at a decent standard and thus far not so tired. Seemed to have covered a decent distance and things are going well. Laura, very kindly, informs me that I may now go back to my brisk walking. Why, thank you most kindly, my good lady. As I do, something catches my eye and ears. Passing a local McDonald's, there's a fellow shouting. He's getting rather irate at something; the pedestrian closest to him chooses to ignore him, as does the lady doing some litter-picking in the car park. He catches my eye but continues remonstrating with someone or something unknown; it's mostly unintelligible and he looks a little inebriated although for all I know he could be having a blood sugar episode or something. But he looks quite angry so I'll pass on any interaction with him although I would like to approach him and tell him to kindly desist in his shouting as he's clearly unsettling the litter lady, but Laura said I mustn't stop and she makes no mention of dealing with shouty folk, so on I continue. I am slightly disheartened with Laura though for making me walk past this malcontented fellow; shall I run past him? I continue to walk. Maybe he just likes shouting early in the morning; who am I to judge?
Before I know it, it's time to run again. The start of the second eight minute run takes me up a long steady hill (terrible planning on my part; I shall refrain from blaming Laura!) which goes okay but half way through it starts to get tough. Breathing still good; heavy, but good, and I continue through. Relieved, I was, when Laura told me there was just sixty seconds left. Welcome, this news was. Seemingly, these eight-minute runs change your syntax into a Yoda style. Most puzzling, this is. Odd things, running does to you. Hmmmmmm.
And soon enough, Laura is congratulating me on my progress and telling me that I can now commence my cool-down walk. Hurrah! Two lots of eight minutes! Running! It's splendid, I'm really pleased. The last half of the last run was tough, but I got through and actually really enjoyed that run, even with the inclusion of Captain Shouty.
So then, it's onward to the big run on Friday! With positivity! This CAN be done!
Happy running, all; hope everyone out running today has a blast. And for now, cheerio, good, fine folk. *waves*