The less said the better about Saturday.. the third run of week 5. I wasn’t in the mood for it and I really struggled after the firsr few minutes. I matched my running pace to my friend’s walking pace, just as I had done for run 2, and we chatted as before, but I wasn’t relaxed and I just felt too tired.. maybe I should have given myself an extra day without a run, as I had been out out the night before and Garmin showed a body battery “high” of only 37 when I woke up. But that hasn’t been unusual over the past few weeks of being busy and/or unwell, and I seem to find it easy to let days go by whilst making excuses not to run! I felt I needed to get on with it. I finished the twenty minutes, but at a very slow and heavy jog, and my heart rate was sky high by the last minute or so. I was rewarded by Mr Garmin knocking a point off my VO2 max and adding a year to my fitness age at the end of it! Pah! I know that the fitness age is entirely fictitious.. but I was upset by the reduction in VO2max because it has been 34 for ages.. upset mostly because I felt Mr Garmin‘s assessment was correct.. I really had struggled with a high heart rate and I had been out of breath. Very depressing as i couldn’t have gone any more slowly.
All is well again after today’s run, however.. as the points and age have just gone right back to their previous levels! Today was Week 6, run 1 and it was not nearly so difficult, although I set off feeling quite pessimistic.My prosthetic leg is still not right.. slipping slightly and letting air in, although its security and comfort depend on a vacuum seal. But it bedded in during the warm up walk and didn’t start slipping again until near the end, (sweat inside the liner.. sorry if that’s too much information..🤣). It was also raining, and it was freezing cold, but the benefit of that was that hardly anyone else was out and about on the forest tracks. In fact we saw only one woman holding two small scruffy black terriers on tight leads.. she let us pass as they growled ferociously.. my OH commented that the name Gnasher sprang to mind.
As runs go, it was definitely one of my best.. I wouldn’t say I felt strong, but I didn’t feel pathetic, and for the first time, instead of just struggling to get to the end, I felt I could, and did, increase my pace (a little) during the final minute. I could almost say.. I enjoyed it!