Well that wasn't pretty..!! π§
I'd been overflowing with 'squeee' about today's graduation run. I'd chosen a daytime run in a different location and I was expecting great things.
Clearly I peaked too early... i.e. before I got out of the car π
Warm up walk was great, I bid farewell to hubby and pooch (who had come to cheer me on) and (through sheer excitement) I shot off the starting blocks like a whippet... bloody idiot that I am..!!
Within 3 minutes I could hardly breathe π° Then I just couldn't seem to recover, no matter how much I slothed it down.
There were loads of 'strollers' out today and I could see an elderly gentleman ahead, tootling along with his Jack Russell. He stayed ahead for what seemed like forever... I just couldn't catch up with him. Wow, this was demoralising π©
I gave this run my full arsenal... gasping, wheezing, grunting, dribbling, projectile spitting, snot bubbles, demented gurning horse face, the lot..!! If anyone was expecting a cheerful smile from me today, they could bloody well think again...!!!
My head was mush and I had no idea what my body was doing... My feet seemed to flap around on the ends of my heavy legs and just slap the ground petulantly.
Usually I hit the psychological half way bell and everything starts to improve. Oh no, no coconut today...!!! I turned at the half way mark and continued the trudge back to the car. I was begging for Sarah's intervention but, when she did speak, they weren't the words I wanted to hear π© Just to add insult to injury...
**gents of a delicate disposition are advised to skip the next paragraph**
After more than 2 years of hormonal indecision, random surprises with bodily functions and demonic mind games I thought I was beginning to settle down... until I started running, "and we're off" again with the random ebb and flow (too much flow for my liking) when it's least expected. Like today.... when, after 10 days of 'shall we, shan't we', it all decided - yes - it was going to π³π and I felt like my uterus was clamped firmly in a bear trap (despite downing some pre-run pain killers)..!! π©
**welcome back gents, you may continue**
A very tall, loping, runner overtook me at speed... at which point, if I'd had the energy, I would have cried.
And then the sun came out... because, of course, I wasn't bloody hot enough already...!!! π‘
Sarah eventually gave me the 5 minute count down (still 5 minutes too many for my liking). I just wanted to pull up and rest on a bench, I really felt like I had nothing left (not that I'd had much to start with) π It felt like week 6 all over again π±
I dug so deep (I never realised I actually was THAT deep) and I gritted every tooth in my horsey face..!! NO..!! NO WAY was I pulling up now - this is my graduation run and I WILL NOT GIVE IN...!!!
The fact that I'd not yet found hubby on the route back was a concern... there was no way I could get myself back to the car unaided π§
I did find hubby, on my stiff legged cool down walk, I did make it back to car, and we did celebrate... with fish and chips..!! π
I can safely say that was a really ugly run and I didn't enjoy it one iota. I had high expectations, I got over excited and I took off far too quickly. Hey ho.
But no one can take away the fact that I did it... my graduation run... I bloody well did it..!!
And right here, right now, that means the world to me π€ **emotional**
I will post something else later, but now I'm about to watch 30 super fit, oversized, muscle bound, short wearing, thick thighed men clattering around a rugby pitch in an epic battle for oval balls.
As for you guys... you're awesome..!!