Greetings of this (VERY!) warm morn, my dearest fellow C25Kers. I hope all is well and that you're all looking forward to another week of running fun.
Today's run was very uneventful, for a change: absolutely nothing untoward happened. Not a thing. No Wolfman of Montenegro (I don't actually know if he was Montenegrin, I just felt the name suited and he had a Montenegrin air about him. In the same way that my MD at work isn't Welsh, he just looks to me like he should be, hence why I call him Welsh Gordon and my impersonation of him is in a strong South Wales accent. He's not Welsh. Anyway, I do digress....) no shouty drunks: nothing. An uneventful run; I'm not used to this. At all! :-|
So, the morning started at 0339. Well, that's when the alarm went off, I actually stayed in bed for another few minutes having a quick look at the news, seeing if anything's happened overnight, and having a quick look here. Up I get, feeling a bit tired as I slept slightly restlessly, but I'm sure I'll come to in a bit. Down for breakfast now. The usual for me: the peanut butter rice cake and three figs. Plus sparkling water. That done, time to get ready and leave.
Waistbelt on, earphones in, door locked (I've taken to removing from my keyring only the door keys I need as taking the lot with me was both unnecessary and noisy as I rattled along like a jar of vitamins before, jangling away at random, announcing my presence to all) and it's time to see how thins new MP3 player is. Well, let's be reight, it can't be much bloody worse than what I've had to put up with recently, can it?! Oh, this is good. I like this very much. I can actually hear. Through both ears. No sound cutting out. No having to faff with earphone jacks. It just works. Very good; this is nice. I got it on Saturday and put a load of music on as well as the W8 podcast; I only load the one I need at the time as putting more on is just asking for trouble; Laura is rambunctious enough as it is without giving her ammunition to fire.
Off we go then, on our brisk walk. It's a bit warm this morning, even at just gone 0430 and I'm only walking! I head over to Wolfman Park (as it will be forever known to me now) and make my way out to the road. I quite like the first instrumental piece of music Laura has kindly chosen for me today; puts me in mind of music from a zone in a Sonic the Hedgehog game. And I can hear it, clearly. Onto the road and it's time to start a running. As I've mentioned before, I know a lot of people imagine themselves as an animal when they run, panthering along, for example. But in my mind, for running, I'm a Boeing 747. Don't laugh. Lumbering along, they look as though they shouldn't move at speed, but they do; I can identify with that. Beautiful, graceful, powerful. Okay, that's not really me, but what I aspire to be. So, it's running time, so throttles forward, engines roar, speed increases gradually, off we go, gear up and we're in business. Cruising speed attained and it's time to settle into it.
I see a paramedic car parked with lights on to my right; I hope that isn't a sign of what's to come! It really is so peaceful this morning, calm, quiet, a nice pink haze in the sky: it's lovely. A few minutes in and it's time to concentrate on the breathing. It's a bit ragged. Not to worry, it'll sort itself. It's a route almost identical to Friday, except I add another slight hill and a bit more of a meander, to give myself a bit more running distance for the extra three minutes I have to run for. Time to go up the first hill now. The paramedic car passes me; I assume it's the same one from earlier. Up the hill we go. Slowing a bit so I throttle forward a bit to maintain speed. It's hard work already! Oh, what's this? What do I hear? JULIE! So THIS is the Julie song I've heard so much about?! Aha, it's good to finally meet you, Julie Song; your reputation, it proceeds you. With these Fererro Rocher you are spoiling us, the Man from DelMonte, he say YES! (I have no idea, it's still early, remember!) Not sure how I feel about the Julie Song yet: I'll need another listen. Hill levels out and I ease back again but push for the final, very steep bit. Up the hill, round the corner, across the deserted road and it's time to try and get my breath back a bit before the next bit of hill I've added for this run.
Quite breathless now and a stitch is threatening; I try and push it out with deep breaths; it seems to work. I mis-time my breathing for a gulp of water and struggle getting my breath back. This isn't going so well, it's hard work. Well, I'm not stopping now so any thoughts like that can sod right off. The new added stretch takes me along a long, level stretch of road, at a high elevation; quick left turn and I descend down a steep cut-through. Holding back a bit so I don't increase speed too much and go rollin' rollin' rollin'....
Okayyyy, final bit of uphill now; not that I want to tempt fate but nothing has happened. So uneventful. Up the hill. Gulp of water, mis-timed again. Legs feel heavy, breathless too. Do I want to walk? Well I'm not, whether I like it or not, I continue running. Just a bit more hill then it's all level/downhill from here, bar a bit of a short, steep ramp in a bit. Soon enough I settle into it and start to enjoy it. Breathing settles down. I knock the throttles gently forward to increase the pace ever so slightly but decrease a little while later. Ambulance chuggles past me; hmmmmmm, I hope this isn't trying to tell me something.
Just three minutes to go now, I can't believe I've got this far; I really wanted to stop earlier! Final push, keep going! Keep going! There's Laura congratulating me; does she sound surprised or is it just me? No, must just be me - I'm not used to hearing her properly! Back to brisk walking and I can hardly believe it, I've done it. It wasn't easy, but eventually I got there and it was a sight better than last Monday's run at the start of week seven! Still a short way to go before home, so I head for Wolfman Park again and now Laura has finished I'll complete the walk with some of my own music. The new MP3 player is a breeze to work and it's soon tucked back away. The little voice in my head emerges and congratulates me on not stopping. Well why did you tell me to, I enquire: I wanted to see if you'd stop, it replied. You're nasty, I think, as I arrive home.
So, W8R1 complete and totally uneventful! Happy running to all out today; hope you all have equally as enjoyable runs.
The heat though: about halfway through, so not even 0500 I don't think and I was roasting and squirting water over myself. Anyone who runs in the heat of the day, really, I doff my earphones to you!