So... another day another run.
Left the house, put on my tunes (there’s an excellent playlist on Spotify called Rock Running if you like to run to Metal! 🤘). I take some time to stretch because my calves were really painful during my last run then set off for my five minute walk with Jo whispering sweet nothings into my ear. So far so good!
Five minute warm up over I start to run. About 30 seconds in and I noticed something feels weird. It takes me about another 30 seconds and then it hits me. I’m not jogging at my normal pace. I’m running, like a bat out of hell; I’m going a full on half-sprint like nothing I’ve ever done before. It feels good so I figure,
“let’s see where this takes me!”
Famous last words
30 seconds later I notice a burning sensation in my lungs and I realise I’m no longer breathing in through my nose but gulping air like a goldfish that’s been knocked out of its bowl. I ease off the power and slow things down to a more sensible pace, gasping and spluttering but always moving.
Somehow I make it to my 3 minute recovery walk without collapsing and start walking while I try to catch my breath. It’s tough, sweat is pouring but I manage to restore normal lung function. I’m just starting to feel human again when Jo returns to my ear to prepare me for my next run.
“Don’t peak too soon” she says.
“Bit late for that!” I think to myself.
The rest of the run was pretty uneventful. I saw some rabbits in the park and had to dodge a few drunk girls staggering out of a party at Strandzuid. Oh and the traffic lights were totally plotting against me as I crossed the dual track but I made it through.
Week 6, Run 2 here I come!
Check out the attached map - you can see my stupid sprint in bright green at the start!
Fish, chips and mushy peas!
Hello all - 71 years old and hoping to run!
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