Hello you lovely runners,
Having seen all your posts on here over the last couple of days and having watched the Marathon this morning I'm very very aware that my running adventures are but a drop in the running ocean, and that is brilliant by me. Still I thought I'd write you a little report on my recent progress with the Running Dependency Plan.
After my little mid week sulk I got out on Thursday evening and ran a slow 5/6 Km on a nice undulating and wooded track in a failed attempt to avoid the heat. It was hot. I was dry mouthed a sweaty-backed (eurgh!) before I even reached my running spot only 15 minutes walk from home. But I did it, and I walked home with a little smile. I have you all to thank
On Saturday I planned to do my long run in the evening. While spending my day doing three loads of washing, cleaning the bathroom and scrubbing the oven (oh the glamour!) I purposefully drank loads of water in preparation for a big run. My mum (oh she's a terrible hoarder) had provided me with a doughnut shape running bottle type affair last time I was home and I even filled this up and shoved it in the fridge- never have I been so prepared for a run. Anyway, come 9.30 in the evening I donned my lovely Health Unlocked t-shirt along with the usual garb, gadgets and my new water bottle and hit the road.
The run started well and it wasn't as drippingly (sorry folks!) hot as I'd feared. Considering my recent to-do's and the newness of carrying water I decided on a familiar old route; two loops around the lake (just over 7 Km and a little hilly) and then out to pasture on flatter roads for the final section. By 8 Km I was really feeling it, and for some strange reason the thought of having only (!) 3 Km to go wasn't providing any comfort at all. There were lots of people about, very few runners actually (I think I only saw 2 others on my entire run) but mainly people in nice clothes heading out for drinks or in from nice dinners. One particular woman passing with her partner gave me a second, not unkind glance, she didn't look sneering but more genuinely curious as to why a 25 year old girl might choose to spend her sunny summer Saturday evening running the streets alone with nothing but an oddly shaped water bottle and a beeping green watch for company. Why indeed!
This was just the boost I needed,
'Emily' I thought to myself, 'If you will insist on spending your time doing this crazy s**t rather than sitting in a beer garden with your friends on a Saturday night, then you better bloody well do it properly!'
On I went, 8, 9, 10, 11 Km! The last couple were tiring but I kept my splits fairly even and plodded over the (completely imaginary and entirely deserted) finish line with a time of 1 hr 12 minutes. Woo hoo! I wandered home, grinning and delighted, stopping briefly to stretch my legs on my favourite park bench.
What a joy it is to run! And what a blessing it is to be able to come here and tell you lovely people who understand why I (we) do it, all about my little adventures. Next week, will be a Stamina podcast Monday, a 5 Km Wednesday, an another long run next weekend at some point.
Thanks for reading, and happy running folks,
P.s. This was my favourite running track that came around on shuffle on Saturday night, how can you not crack a smile with that blasting in your ear! I'm eternally curious about the music that is powering all you around your runs, please do share sometime
P.p.s No firm conclusions on the water bottle, it was good to have and definitely saved me from the discomfort of a very dry-mouthed hour. However I was aware it was making my run rather lop-sided as I moved my water carrying arm less than the other. I also found I was gasping a little after a drink and didn't really enjoy the breathing/ drinking trade off- I must have only got through about 200ml in the whole time. Any tips?