Tried the Stamina podcast this morning for my run, and coupled that with my hilly running route, which may have been a bit ambitious. It started well, and as far as I could tell, the gremlins were nowhere to be seen as I strode briskly through the park and toward my first downhill slope.
It was cold out there, but with my buff round my ears, and gloves on I soon began to warm up as Laura told me to pick up the pace. The first uphill incline was a little daunting, but I tried my best to stay with the beat of the music, and soon as I was at the top, jogging between two open fields. And that was when the gremlins decided to strike. If they couldn’t put me off by tripping me up or turning my legs to lead they decided to drag the sun out from behind a cloud, low in the sky, causing temporary blindness. So not only was I feeling like the blind monkey, See No Evil, I also didn’t spot the patch of ice along the path and ended up skidding into a rather ungraceful pirouette, ending up on the floor, and then my vertigo decided that now was a time to start the world spinning around me, just to make things extra fun.
It took me a couple of minutes to recover myself, and although it was a little like trying to run while having a ride on a walzer, I needed to carry on or risk getting frostbite. I gradually settled into a rhythm and once I turned a corner the sun was no longer directly in front of me and I could enjoy the beauty of the sunbathed countryside.
Fortunately I had another downhill slope as Laura told me to pick up the pace some more and I sped from the village back down towards the park. I hardly flinched at the next uphill, and was soon relishing the fact that I would soon be on the homeward straight. As blinding me hadn’t worked for long, the gremlins decided it was time to play with my already impaired hearing. They combined forces to route several aircraft to come in to the nearby airport low over the park, while pulling my single earphone out of my ear. Not only could I Hear No Evil, I couldn’t even hear Laura!
I carried on undeterred (well actually I was deterred, but I carried on anyway) and managed to get the earphone back into my hearing ear, only to hear Laura tell me that I needed to speed up even more for the final 5 minutes. Perhaps it would have been better if I’d remained unable to hear her, but I did as best as I could.
As I segued into the final cool down walk I realized I had now transformed into the final monkey as I was so out of breath I was unable even to grunt at my neighbor walking her dog, who walked alongside me wanting to chat about Christmas. Speak No Evil… I wasn’t even able to say hello.
Perhaps, as it’s a festive time, next run I could encounter the Three Wise Men rather than the Three Wise Monkeys.