In previous posts I have accused my other half (affectionately known as Mr Razouski or Mr R.) of being inhabited or possessed by a gremlin...
However, yesterday he proved himself to be the runners best friend.
I've had a few problems with cramps and joints and after being on the ic for a couple of weeks have had to slow down and limit my distance. In fact this has been so frustrating I've almost lost the will to run.
But yesterday Mr R was on it. He brought me tea in bed and asked if I was running, "I'm not sure if I can be bothered." I answered and turned over with every intention of going back to sleep. "Well, " he pointed out, "You've not run since Wednesday, so why not give it a go?" I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed, and he suggested I have a small breakfast to make sure I was fuelled up.
I got all my kit on, and he even helpfully reminded me to turn location services on on my phone as on my last run Map My Run had refused to talk to me. And there I was ready to go, hand on the door handle... "Have you done your warm up stretches?" he asked. Whoops I'd completely forgotten, so got those done and shouted goodbye. "Don't forget to gremlin proof your laces." he called. Wow I thought, he's really beginning to understand this running malarkey, as I stooped to tuck my laces under themselves. Then I was off...
I had a fairly good run, although the debris from storm Doris was a little challenging, especially as there were several trees down across the path in the wood which required circumnavigating. Map My Run was chatting away to me, and although I was slower than previous, the pace was ok.
When I arrived home, red faced, dripping with sweat (not used to this warmer weather) and puffing and panting, I was greeted at the door with a glass of water and reminded to do my stretches. By the time I'd finished a steaming cup of tea was ready for me and the bath running.
I think he may be a keeper! (after nearly 30 years of marriage this is probably good to know).
W9 R3.....slay the gremlin!
