After reading SuzyKK 's post yesterday I was smugly thinking that I hadn’t had a bout of faff for quite some time. Shame on me, as little did I know quite how badly I would be struck down with this affliction.
First of all I slept really badly last night and woke up with the kind of head that tells you a migraine is in the process of germinating. It was early, so I decided that I could stay in bed a little while longer. As the headache seemed to be going nowhere, I was on the verge of deciding that I would do the same.
I knew that I was supposed to be doing a shorter run today after my 13km run on Tuesday, but not only was it going to be shorter, it was also supposed to be intervals (which I abhor). But the longer I lay there the worse I felt and decided I might as well get up and out.
Unfortunately I hadn’t got my kit ready the night before, and what a rookie error that was. I stumbled around the house trying to find clean leggings and a top – which unfortunately were on the airer in the garage, so were pretty chilly when I put them on. But that didn’t matter as I would soon be off.
•Running shoes on ✅
•Running shoes off, socks readjusted, running shoes back on ✅
•Warm up exercises completed
•Run upstairs to get phone and turn Mapmyrun on
•Running belt turned invisible ✅
•Find running belt upstairs in gym bag (because last run was a tourist run) ✅
•Head out through the door
•Come back in again to get headphone ✅
And that’s when the faffing really took on monstrous proportions. Looked in cupboard where I keep my running accessories. NOT THERE. Looked upstairs in the wardrobe where my running clothes are. NOT THERE. Wondered if I’d left it in my coat pocket after walking to the doc’s the other day listening to The Archers. Then panic set in as I’d washed all my coats and they were sitting damp in the washing machine. So then I had to check all the pockets, NOT THERE, and hang the coats on the line to dry as it seemed wrong to put them back in the machine. Then I had a general run around the house looking in all the same places again. (Fortunately I’d washed my trainers the other day so I didn’t need to take them off.)
And eventually found the damn thing sitting next to the computer. (Don’t ask me why…)
At last the faff was over and I could get out of the door.
I decided to go with Laura and the Speed Podcast from C25K+ this morning as I know how much I hate intervals, and I would need her to tell me when to run and when to run faster, and keep me on the straight and narrow. Listening to the warm up I realized how much I’ve missed her dulcet tones, and it was like reconnecting with an old friend. That was until she told me I needed to run at the faster speed. It was only for a minute but seemed more like and hour, and the recovery minute then flew past in seconds. This sorry cycle was repeated 6 times in all, and each time my recovery run got slower and slower as my lungs struggled to find enough oxygen to keep me going, and my friendship with Laura dwindled away.
Then at last the intervals were over and I jogged slowly on through to the end of the podcast and carried on until I’d covered 5K, when I then ambled home.
Although my time didn’t seem that great I managed the 5K in 26.45 which is slightly faster than my PB (which is about a minute slower) so I was pleased, I think. But what I don’t understand is why I’m so worn out with the intervals. I hate ‘em!
But on the plus side, as I completed my stretches and headed for the shower I realised that at least my migraine had gone. 😌