Happy Xmas to Ye All!
Thought I'd get that in before my ramblings of this weeks running diary....
This week I will be mostly running 20K! In fact that's exactly how much I've run this week - two 5's and a 10. Tuesday mornings 5K was dark, wintery and horrible. I found it a big struggle and have finally come to the conclusion that the horrideousness of running so early in the morning (in my case 6.30am) is never going to subside. I know there are others that go out even earlier than me, but my body just isn't ready to run 3 miles when it's only been out of bed twenty minutes. However, that said, I DO GET UP and do it and force myself to complete each run.
Thursday was the same. In fact I was 20 seconds slower than Tuesdays 5K owing to tiredness. I'm sure working with a complete t*t at work doesn't help. He's one of those negative people who only ever sees the worst of any situation and spending 10 hours a day with such a Negative Nancy is driving me nuts. But I'm freelance and know that someday I'll shake his hand and mumble ***ker under my breath as I say goodbye to him and endeavour NEVER to work with him again! I'm sure that's the reason I'm so drained on my morning runs. But there are people in far worse situations than me and I am lucky to be earning a few quid even if it IS with a complete ar*e!!
Todays Saturday morning run was a 10K. It didn't set out to be, but in the back of my mind I knew that I could add an extra 3K on to my regular 7K route if I felt that I had the energy. It was sunny and gorgeous out and once I'd swallowed my vegetable sludge juice, I was off, announcing to Mrs Dan that I'd be at least 45 minutes - perhaps longer if I felt 10K was in my grasp.
The run was going well and as I crossed the road at Richmond Bridge to head down to the river, a lovely lady runner decked out in pink crossed at the same time. We ran parallel with each other for about 20 metres then she overtook me and headed off down the Thames path. I tried to keep up, but this woman was going some! I thought about TurboTortoises "cadence" post and wondered if she was turning over 180 bpm. She was stretching ahead of me and there was NO WAY IN HELL that I could catch up. How did she run so fast? She didn't look like a professional - ie. she wasn't all skin and bone. In fact she had a rather delicious full figure from what I could glean for the thirty seconds I was alongside her for. My pathetic male ego started to wane. Why couldn't I run like that? Why was I soooo heavy legged?
"Enough Dan!" I yelled at myself. "Stop being such a massive big girls blouse about all this!"
I banished Pink Woman from my thoughts and carried on at a decent pace, reached the turn around point at 3.5K and headed back home. All was going well and then as I approached 7K which is the "make or break" point for deciding to carry on for a 10K or go home, I wrestled with my decision. "Home? Or carry on?"
(Ant and Dec voice) - "HE'S CARRYING ON LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!"
Yes sirrreee! I was off on the final 3K loop home and told myself to go slow and steady. Forget time. Forget trying to beat myself up, just finish, get home and get into a hot jacuzzi!
Then I saw the funniest sight. It was absolutely hilarious.
Ahead of me was a tiny little boy of about 8 years old. He was running as fast as his little legs could carry home and he was holding a loaf of bread. But what made me laugh was hit attire! He was dressed in his pyjamas, on top of which was his dressing gown and what I can only assume WERE HIS DAD'S ENORRRRMOUS CROCKS!!! They'd clearly sent little Johnny out to get a loaf of bread for breakfast, but one question floated across my mind.....
"What is a little boy doing out on his own?"
He arrived at his house and ran down the path, his massive crocks making a scraping sound as he careered down towards his front door. If I'd gone home and not done my 10K, I'd have missed that hilarious sight! Hahaha!!
The last K was torture. I mean, really really difficult. My leg muscles were tightening up and hurting but as I fished my phone out of my pocket, I realised that I had only 50metres to go. I finished and looked at my time. 57'37 which amazingly was 20 secs quicker than last Saturdays 10. Thank you GOD!
So have a wonderful weekend folks and remember......next year, buy ALL your presents for people in October. That way you can avoid the horrors of the shops this weekend!!
Yer pal
Dan X
One for the boys
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The Boy who went out a Man and came back a RUNNER :)
Boy!! It’s slippery out there today!!
