Well good morning dear reader. It's bright, crisp, cool and sunny in London town and I'm just out of the shower, had brekky and managed to cut myself shaving under my left nostril. I'm doing that "corner-of-a-piece-of-loo-roll thing which I've stuck to my face and I look like Alf Garnett's younger brother!
However, the reason for this blogette is to report on my mornings 7K run along the Thames between Isleworth and Twickenham (via Richmond). I realised last week that I ran every other day - which was 4 runs - and didn't have my usual 2 days off (which I usually do). I had intended to take this morning off from running but seeing as I have a days work tomorrow I thought it better to get it out of the way at the very reasonable hour of 9:45am rather than 6:30am tomorrow!
I clad myself in my lycra SuperDan outfit (leggings today as it was nippy!) and set off. I was bouncing around the house, prior to going out, with ease and aplomb and thought that today might be easier than last Sundays outing (which was HARD - same distance). However within 100 metres I felt heavy and tired. "Ohhhh bugger!" I said to myself. "What a pain in the arris". I didn't stop though and hoped that once I'd reached 1K I'd be warmed up enough to get into a rhythm. I have to say, it didn't really improve much from that point on and I felt I was dragging my legs along behind me, like two telephone poles!
I did not stop for a walk interval at any point, but DID slow down to just above walking pace by keeping a jogging action. I tried all sorts of things - picking my feet up more, using my arms to drive me forward, thinking of the "bicycle wheel motion" thing, keeping my head up...... but yet my glutes felt like they were buzzing (not in a comfortable way). My bum muscles were aching too which added to the heavy feeling.
"Oh damn and BLAST! How do folks do half marathons? I mean HOW DO THEY DO IT?" I asked myself - which I have to say didn't help, cos I imagined finishing my 7K and then someone saying to me "OK DAN me lad! Do that two more times, then we can finish up and go get a fried egg sarnie!"
Ugh! For some reason my mental state was in Negative Mode and it was all I could do to NOT give up. I did manage to finish my run with a bit of extra effort towards the end and looked down at my Timex IronMan Watch - 41'01 it said. So about my usual time then. How the hell did that happen?
With some further investigation on Endomondo, it appears I achieved 3 PB's! A fastest Cooper @ 2.46KM, a fastest 1K @ 3'54 (????) and a fastest 3K @ 14'40 (??)
But Endomondo had LIED! It has told us untruths. It has been less than accurate with it's reporting. It has told me a bunch of PORKIE PIES dear reader. How do I know this? Just look at the zig zag between 1&2K, where I apparently walked on water (or rather "ran" on water) by crossing the Thames and then dashing back to the other side to continue my run. This most Holy action accounts for the single K at 3'54!! No f'ing way - especially the way I felt this morning! But more encouraging were the stats on other parts of the run which I can confidently say looked more accurate - a fastest K of 5'07 and a couple of 5'33's in there too.
So again, I am amazed at how you can think one thing when running and then in reality the end results are quite different. The fact is though, I didn't enjoy this run cos it was so hard. Soooo bloody hard on my legs - but I kept at it and gritted my teeth and got to the end. So although not a happy run - a successful one.
And I got to walk on water. What next? Turning water into wine? Wouldn't THAT be a gas!!
God bless you my children.