After that euphoric feeling of completing week 5, I have to say that week 6 is really getting on my nerves..!!
I try to run on grass or softer ground as much as possible but it was dark when I headed out tonight, so pounding the pavements under the street lights was my only option.
I didn't plan a route, just thought I'd tour the estate in a haphazard manner and stay close to home (well within crawling distance) π
Even though R1 had been pretty "Meh", I was actually looking forward to tonight's run - but my warm up walk, for some reason, made me quite breathless and that planted the 'niggle' seed in my mind π
I set off for my first 10 minute run... the ground felt very hard and unforgiving under my feet, my knees were feeling a little 'twang'. I kept it slow but, because I'd not planned which way to go, I found myself faced with unexpected uphill and downhill variants. Where the hell did these come from..?? Oh yes, things you don't notice much when you're DRIVING π³
I knew this run was going to take every ounce of everything I had in me...!!!
Got through the first 10 minutes. 3 minute 'recovery' (pffft) walk ..... OUCH ..... calf muscles pulled up like bow strings on whatever musical instrument has bloody tight bow strings..!!??!! π€ I wasn't convinced I could actually get one foot in front of the other. Then I saw a bench at a bus stop..... and would you believe the ONLY thing I thought off using that bench for was stretching my legs on..!! ππ
OK, time to run again. Only 10 minutes for crying out loud, I can do this..... and as I ran down the street, car headlights shining in my eyes (reflecting off the dribble that was 'stringed' across my face), I suddenly had a moment (just a moment) of it all feeling so wonderful... so liberating... so free... and then a 'chaff... chaff... chaff... chaff...' noise became very apparent (even above an incredibly loud Green Day track booming in my ears)... "Bloody hell, is that my thighs rubbing together"...??? π³π³
So I lost my stride and the battle recommenced.
I huffed, puffed, grunted and continued to emit an indeterminable 'chaff... chaff... chaff' noise, but I did not stop until Sarah told me I could..!! π Time for warm down walk..... but what's happened to my feet...???!!!??? π±π± I have no control of them, they are like flippers on the ends of my legs. I can do nothing but 'slap, slap, slap' them on the ground all the way home π³π«
But at least I made it home (although I'm not sure how) π Hot shower and some intimate time with the massage stick on those calf muscles π
Lesson learned... next time I won't run on the pavement, I'll run across my neighbour's soft front lawns instead π
Bring on W6R3... catch me if you can.
Happy running lovelies π€