I have felt a bit under par these past few days. A bit of a squiffy stomach with the odd cramp here and there. I went climbing yesterday and found myself sluggish and yawning, even on a cool wintery sunshine afternoon. Got back late and what with getting the school stuff ready and so on, didn’t cook myself a proper meal (error number 1), instead downing a few Ryvita with brie and cherry tomatoes and dates (😋).
I had a banana on the school run and because I felt hungry and wanted to eat breakfast, I didn’t wait for it to digest but put on the running shoes and left the house (error number 2).
Oh yes - and I had washed my thin beanie for running so wore a slightly thicker hat and put on an extra top layer for some reason - perhaps because I was feeling colder as under par and under fed (error number 3).
Perhaps I should have waited another day, but I am not back at work until tomorrow, so had this wonderful free day in which to run and afterwards luxuriate in a bath, rather than dash about... I didn’t want to waste it.
I thought I would walk/run 5k today, to try and get a gauge for the distance. I thought I would start the Nike Running Club app at the beginning of the warm up walk and just see how it went (error number 4). Of course in my mind the clock was ticking and I was walking at a ridiculously brisk pace. And although I thought I was running at a sensible pace, again, I went off too fast and set a new PB of 6’23”. This is too much for me at the beginning of a run. I burn out and the run becomes a real slog, so it really wasn’t my intention. I thought I was going to have to stop at the 8-9 minute mark of the first 10, my tummy was cramping and I was blowing hard. I was thinking maybe it would be a good lesson to accept we have to stop sometimes, and that’s ok... but kept telling myself I was in the toxic 10 and it would get better. I had put on Eurythmics greatest hits to help me out but the music was just a mess in my ears today, I’d have been better off without it.
The recovery walk was wonderful, I was so relieved, and a bit unhappy that after today’s run, we wave goodbye to this oasis. I know I can run 20 minutes solid, but I couldn’t have run 10 minutes more after today’s 10 minutes without that break.
The last 10 weren’t easy, but they were easier and I found a more sensible pace of 6’45” for the last km. That seems to be my happy ‘pace’ at the moment. I was really cross with myself for messing up again and turning the run into such hard work when I want to enjoy it! But also gave myself a pat on the back for pushing through what felt a sizeable wall today. I am feeling good now it’s over, and I don’t mean out of relief. It’s a sort of glow of achievement, I guess, and the afterglow of aerobic exercise. I found myself wondering today whilst running about how to keep motivation alive once I don’t have a voice in my ear telling me ‘one minute to go’, or the lovely people on this forum who have been/are on this journey. I would have given up at 9 minutes today without you guys.
Oh! I saw some other runners today! There was blonde lady, an activewear vision in black and pink, cruising along the dirt tracks. She looked in complete command of her extremities and I was dead impressed.
For those if you who like numbers and for my own record, it took 36’55” to cover 5k, 20 of which were jogged.