Having assumed I am now beyond the reaches of the gremlins my pledge to vanquish my daughter's gremlins as she works through Couch to 5K was put to the test this morning.
I got up early to complete Thursday's PE with Joe as a warm up, and (as my daughter puts it) to make sure I'm already knackered before she begins her scheduled run. By the end of my work out she was champing at the bit, wanting to get out before the sun got to hot. As she hasn't yet been inducted into the noble art of faffing, I was out the door with her before I'd given it much more thought.
The 5 minute walk at the start of week 4 run 3 lulled me into a false sense of security. Of course you're thinking why would that create any problem anyway. It didn't but then as we got started on the first 3 minute run I realised how wiley the gremlins had been. Seeing me in my gym kit had given them the opening they needed. With each footstep I became aware of a feeling not unlike being hit with a mallet on the sole. And then I looked down and discovered why... I was still in my gym trainers! A much thinner sole and at least half a size smaller than either pair of my runners. No gel insoles, and much less support.
Should I turn back and change into my shoes? But that way Miss Razouski would be completely vulnerable to her own gremlins. She found the previous run hard going so I didn't want to abandon her. And anyway, surely my feet would acclimatise after a few more minutes.
Wrong.
I decided to stick with her, but then during the first 5 minutes I now had her gremlins hanging on to the sides of my calves and poking my knees with blunt sticks; and then they started on my ankles; and finally grabbing my shins and squeezing as hard as possible. Meanwhile my big toes were shouting out that there wasn't enough room for them - as they squashed up tight against the end of my trainer. I wasn't even running that fast, but it was certainly uncomfortable. My one hour 10K yesterday felt like a walk in the park by comparison, but I hung in there to keep going. Miss K. was too lost in her running playlist and her own personal challenges to have any awareness of mine. And at the end of the run as she wheezed and panted at how tough it had been I bit my lip and hobbled homeward.
The Gremlins didn't beat us, but it was a close call.
So if anyone is wondering about the difference a decent pair of runners can make to you, look no further for proof.