This morning was my penultimate run, having last run on Sunday, which because of a knee injury was my first run in 17 days.
Pleased with my efforts on Sunday I knew this would be a tough run. The R2s of each week have never been my favourites and today on my warm up walk I found myself circled Vulture-like by a squawking seagull - either an ill-omen... or the seagull was just protecting a nearby nest.
Regardless, I set off on my run, glad to have escaped a seagull dive-bomb attack, and instantly my knee began protesting. Keep going I thought and see how we get on. Soon though my back where I had felt a twinge on Sunday - which by the way has been completely fine since - began to come out in sympathy for my knee.
I ran along wondering whether they were connected somehow and as I was compensating for a weaker knee meant my posture had altered perhaps (?)
Anyway, I reached my turning point, just as Michael announced I was halfway through my time. A slower run today, but I didn't care. Today was about getting my last 30 minute runs in for my (now delayed) graduation. In fact, pre-injury I had managed a 5k run on W8R2, so having already achieved that landmark I am just focused on putting in some consistent runs.
Moving on and with the stirrings of a stitch to complement the knee ache and back pain I began to wonder why - whether by intelligent design or natural selection (lets not get into that discussion) - I was still clumsy enough to run in such an ungainly lope that I actually injured myself. Running, is a survival instinct and yet my brain and body are unable to get their act together enough to do it properly.
It then occurred to me that like the unfortunate Wildebeast in those Attenborough documentaries, perhaps mother nature had intended me to be the slow limping one that got caught by the lions so his herd could escape..amazing how the mind wonders on a run, isn't it?
"Time-up," Michael announced, "you have run for 30 minutes." - I could hear the pride in his voice.
And that's the thing isn't it? Today I ran further - no not further - longer, than I have ever run before. And I have done that twice in three days. No wonder my body is complaining. I will give myself an extra days rest, before attempting my graduation run on Friday morning.