I am better now - no doubt about that. The occasional cough lingers as the residual ‘cold’ removes itself from my chest. Important thing is that I don’t cough at all while running strange!
Anyway, I’m getting there, eating healthier, cutdown sugar in take...... my body is a temple - the shoes are on the outside!
After a day out shopping with the fam, got home at 5.50pm - hmmmm I’m going out at 7.10 for a boys night and need to pick up the younger (8 & 12) ones at 6.30 from friends. In a moment of madness I convinced myself i had the requisite time for a run, shower, dad’s taxi and then drive the 25 miles to see my mates......
Off I go into the sweet harness of concentration on my breathing.... 2 x 10 minute intervals - easy!
1 minute in a pass a single poppy - is this to mark all the fallen runners before me? The legs (calves) start to complain early. I’ve noticed that more frequently recently, most of my body is broadly ok. The odd ache / pain or grumble but my calves do like to complain. I told them to put it in writing to the Sgt Major and their comments had been duely noted.... I hear some distant muttering about not having opposable thumbs - I ignore it and them.
The short version is I did it, completed R2. But don’t know why I have such a job with my calves. Maybe time to start the strength and flex program?
Oh yeah, almost forgot the amnesia bit - I know I struggle and at the time I doubt (deep inside) that I’ll make the end of the run. But afterward I kind of remember the feelings and the sensation of it being hard, but not how hard it was! (Does that make sense?) I’m wondering how I’m going to cope with the 25 minutes in R3. 20 minutes feels a stretch but I know I did it (although I can’t remember the struggle!)
Is this normal? Or am I just going in to a “happy place” and then denial lol?
As always, thanks to all who are with me every step/post on the way. You keep me honest and keep me going knowing that I’ll have to fess up after the event.
If anyone was wondering - I didn’t have enough time, I was late, about 20 minutes late. But like a good dad, I blamed the kids and basked in my own ingenuity as my mates tell me how svelte I’m looking and marvel that I’ve managed to keep going this far in the program!
Shoes off please!