I’ve been watching from afar as the rest of my virtual running buds sail off into the weeks 8-9 distance. I’m not jealous, in fact I’m damn proud of them and everyone here. I took it as inspiration as I feared my return.
I’ve been travelling through Croatia for a couple of weeks. No stretching. No running. I dreaded today! What should I do? Go back to week 6? Further? I decided to pick up where I left off. W7 R2. Not as a target, just as a benchmark and see how far I got... then decide what to do.
Usual metal thunder playlist, dusted off the neglected running shoes, collected the knees from playschool and trotted off with MJ; he said I should have recently completed weeks 1-6. I lied that I had.
5 mins. No knee protests. Hips still attached. Breathing? Out following in. Ok so far.
The halfway bell. I hadn’t got as far as I normally would, but that’s just fine. I’m halfway through and that’s as much as I hoped. We trot ever on, guitar riffs blazing away to distract me.
Perhaps I’ll only need to redo the end of week 6. Happy with that. Then MJ pipes up..just one minute to go. What?? Ok, pick up the pace, let’s see what we can do... holy cr*p I’m running. Grinning. Giggling maniacally as the finish is reached. I air guitar to Steve Vai on the warm down walk. People stare. School kids laugh. Babies cry. And I don’t even care....
So... a rest is ok. I know it’s in previous FAQs and I’m sorry for doubting the wise. But I’m chuffed to be back on this wagon!!