Let this post be a lesson in preparation. Or consequences of lack thereof.
Reasonable hydration plan yesterday; lots little and often. Water bottle in car ready for the morning trip to Exeter to pick up supplies for the holiday next weekend.
Busted! The main route for the 45 minute journey is clogged. Grockles as far as the eye can see, all in the usual motor home or caravan, all laughingly named “swift” or “rapido”. The irony.
So head back to the little town, wander round and stumble across the bestest street curry vendor in the south west. Run plans totally forgotten. And PS when he says mild, he’s lying. The curry napalmed my mouth and needed extinguishing by an otter breweries offering.
Back home, 87% humidity and 23 degrees. I remember my run and put it off.. trying to rehydrate. Doubts creep in
I set off a couple of hours later. Muggy and hotter than the hinges on the gates of hell. I’m still only walking and already sweatier than a camel’s armpit.
MJ scares me into the run. My knee screams and instantly files for divorce. I agree, but we also agree to stick together for the sake of the calves.
Longer run means new route: i stagger past the little industrial unit where my friend has a little lockup for his building company. He’s there, and raises both arms and claps in mock support... I need to conserve energy so merely raise one digit back. He seems to appreciate it as his lips seemed to form the phrase “thank you “...
Sllaaayyyerrr on the playlist. Raining blood. Not quite my dear Kerry, but it’s a possibility after that curry.
I’m slogging now. Only just halfway and the pain from stitches and general abdo pain is only bettered by my jelly legs. Vision keeps blurring. I’m not gonna finish.
The route finds shade, I take a swig of water and slooow the hell down. The rest of the run was a blur. I puffed, wheezed and very nearly fainted twice.. but as Ronnie James Dio belted the lyrics to heaven and hell I stumbled the last minute Home. MJ congratulates me but I feel hollow. I shouldn’t have even finished, and even though I did I felt more annoyed that I’d done it so badly due to bad prep. I’ll learn from that one.
But the absolute worst thing? I ran past 2 things that served to annoy!
The first was the ice cream van just about halfway back. That ain’t fair. Plus my new route means the halfway point is a brewery.
That’s pure cruelty .
Moral of this ramble? Don’t forget hydration, and if it’s that hot hydrate even more. Food is also important. And hydrate/eat doesn’t mean ale and curry. Duh.
Week 3 Run 2
Week 6 Run 3
Week 3 run 1
Week 6 run 2&3
Week 6 run 3 - fail
