I nearly didn’t go this evening. I had my very poorly little granddaughter sleeping with me last night. She had a raging temperature, and awful headache. She kept moaning and grinding her teeth in her sleep. Then I had to get up about three a.m. to administer Calpol, which was a battle of wills. Then the dog wanted to go out for a wee. And so it went on.
Fast forward to 5:15, when my favourite running buddy showed up, and I was glad to see her, because, left to my own devices, I would have sneaked upstairs and gone to bed!
Today’s run was 2 x 8 minutes, and it was very difficult at first. Despite my inhaler, and being very well hydrated (my wee was almost colourless! 🤣), my lungs felt like they were on fire. I am so grateful for the chill, brisk wind, which woke me up and revived me somewhat.
The five minute walk in between runs was sheer bliss! I was so disappointed when I had to start running again, however... the second eight minutes seemed to pass a lot faster than the first one. I also managed to out-run my other running buddies for the last thirty seconds, when normally I trail behind them throughout the run. I shot ahead of my best buddy, who is normally quite fast! Mind you, I could hardly breathe afterwards! 😰
I will do run 3 on Friday. It is just the next run in the programme. (Apart from missing one week due to a stomach bug, I have done every run according to the schedule.) I will join hubby in the pub afterwards, as it is on the way home! I will celebrate with a pint of ice-cold Aspal’s cider and a bag of peanuts. I know how to live! 🤣