Like Michaelangelo carving a marble masterpiece, chipping away at the piece until it becomes a thing of beauty, I managed to chop a whole minute off my 7K time today. It wasn't beautiful by any means, but it was a solid accomplishment - and I even managed a sub 30 minute 5K within this time.
I'd set off at 10:30am along the river, my usual route, and started Gertie Garmin. I've got so used to having to stop and cough violently that I was surprised when I'd reached 1K and not had to do so! I'm slowly recovering and getting these lungs back to normal. Unfortunately as soon as Gertie bleeped that 2K had been clocked, I coughed so hard it made my eyes water and I had to stop, take a sip of water, and do a recovery walk! I quickly got back to normal though and off I went again.
The sun was being a bit cheeky, slipping behind clouds occasionally and turning the air slightly chilly, but it was a perfect day for running. I'm still wearing my running tights cos they are so damned comfortable and I believe, better than shorts. I think the flapping of shorts material would cause wind drag and make my times even worse!
A few runners smiled back at me, but not many. There were lots of folks out today, walking and "taking the air", so I had a few hazards to negotiate but luckily all without any collisions. At 4K I looked at Gertie and she said that a sub 30 5K was on the cards, but if I wanted to do it then I'd have to step on the gas a bit. I've been so ill lately that the thought of trying to go fast seemed impossible, but whatever the negative thoughts flowing around my head, I decided to take on the challenge. I stepped on it. Kept looking at the garmin and I could see there were 250 metres to go before the 5K was up. I pushed harder and unbelievably my lungs took the extra strain and allowed me to continue. Closer closer closer.......the clock said 29'15.......29'30......29'40....."AAAgghhhh!! COME ON DAN!"........bleep bleep bleep 5K!! I looked at Gertie and she said 29'47.
This was followed by almost total collapse, due to tiredness. I'd used all my energy to do that and the next 2K would be tough. I slowed right down and tried to recover as quickly as I could. Suddenly my lungs decided it was time to cough and boy........did I cough! Had to stop again, wipe my eyes and gather my thoughts. But like before my recovery time was alarmingly quick! I soon jogged on and crossed the road at Richmond Bridge before heading home to my 7K marker - a lamp post on St Margarets Road.
Final time was 42'42 which is a little bit better than the last run. I still think it will be a while before I'm 100% though. I think if I was a footballer, Sir Alex wouldn't even have me on the bench and would tell the nosey press that "The lad is norrrt a hunnerd purr cennnt rate noo. Just gav 'im a wee bat lonnnnger!"
Thanks for reading folks. I am forever in your debt.