Week 6 run 2. Should be uneventful, right? Wrong.
It was dark this evening. Damp, cold without a frost, and no friendly moon to light a silvery path.
I set off keenly along the row of houses, each fiercely blazing with outdoor security lights. The damp chill in the air dispelled any lingering warmth from indoors and I had to force my shoulders to relax - they have a tendency to hunch when Iโm cold.
I pass the last house and the light is immediately severed by two twelve foot wild hedges bordering the road, plunging me headlong into total darkness. Oh. I stop and fumble with my torch for a moment while my eyes adjust; Iโd put the new batteries in the wrong way around and hadnโt noticed due to the security lights.
Finally itโs sorted and I continue, but as I reach the street-lit path, my muffin top decides to make a wholly unwelcome appearance - my leggings are falling down and my top is riding up! I pull one down, hike one up and hold them there for a few minutes of waddle-running. They stay put, briefly, but then Iโm back into darkness and the muffin top rudely decides to emerge once more. Itโs pale enough this time of year that even in the darkness it seems to glow!
I tuck everything back in and then find the source of the problem - the drawstring of my leggings has worked itself into a tight knot in the wash, so I canโt tighten them up any further without loosening that first. Itโs hopeless trying that on the road side.
We continue, muffin and I, back into the light, where I try to hold everything, including my dignity, in place. Nobody wants to see my rolls jiggling at this time of night! But now my pace is strangely off and I get a slight stitch feeling in my chest. I slow right down, but then my calves feel a bit crampy.
Iโm glad when the second interval of ten minutes is up and I can walk home. I feel a bit miserable about struggling, but park it up, bad runs will happen, itโs all about rolling with the punches! But hopefully not rolling with the muffin top next time around. ๐