The hippy hippy ache has subsided to a dull thud, not painful more a case of me knowing it's there.
I know enough from my previous running history that some weeks doing C25K (and beyond) it works out fine and some it doesn't and that there's not necessarily something specific that you can put your finger on.
Just a vague sense that it's not the day, it's not quite the right mood, you appear to have someone else's bod and your legs don't appear to be wholly connected to the rest of you.
Add in some environmental factors such as bad weather, living at the top of a hill, having a lot to do and must run becomes, should run, turning into maybe run, or worse perhaps run tomorrow, or maybe I'll just take a timeout .
Runner's noise playing around in your head, usually quietened just by putting on your trainers and hoping that by being dressed in all the gear, means you're way too embarrassed to not run. Even if it is only Fibi Fardashian and Bobster The Monster judging you...
The walk of shame back to the bedroom to get changed into normal people's gear, burning an imprint in your forehead for all to see ' Flaky Runner' .
All of this runner's noise this morning, accompanied by more soggy fog, meant I was in grave danger of being an 'FR' instead of a JCR. Had a quick peek at this forum and saw that others had already been running, whilst I'd been snoozing. Snooze you lose - I made my way out of the house.
Sharp right into the Slope of Hope, spits and spots of rain, melting my flaky resolve. Come on JCR pull your finger out, or more to the point get those legs working. I decided a change of route may help so turned another right into Argo's loop. Argo is our neighbour's dog who loves Mr JCR and me, but is decidedly off Fibi Fardashian and Bobster the Monster. I think it's working dog (he's a border collie) superiority complex, over two very lazy greyhounds, who seem to spend all day snoozing. Past Argo's house and Jo Cool is explaining today's increase for three minute runs. It's all going fine, I run past the barking dog compound, followed by Alsatian corner - he always barks and scares the life out of me.
Turning the corner past the cat sanctuary - this is not an area I bring F and B - way too dangerous. Onto Laundry Lane which is a gentle slope and the first run goes fine, second fine. At the third interval I'm guilty of singing along to Hallelujah and heard the half way bell and instead of listening to Jo Cool, for some bizarre reason decided I needed to be doing the third run. Bum - Jo Cool about 1 minute later told me I could start running the 90 seconds split. JCR what an absolute idiot you are, so I took notice of Jo and started the run.
This meant the next walk break was really important, as I'd totally messed up the timings, having already done the following runs
1.5 minutes
3 minutes
2.5 minutes
But there was something rather lovely about the mistaken 2.5 minutes run, there was a period of about 20 seconds when I'd fallen in love with running again, it was nice, not too hot, not too cold, no traffic and I was listening to Hallelujah and able to sing along without being out of breath. I remembered all those runs years ago when running gave me that loving feeling. Bliss.
Of course, pleasure has to be paid for and the final 3 minutes of running was a slog. Different route meant I didn't have to run up the 15% gradient, instead I got to run up the slightly lesser 14% gradient from the village piazza instead.
I'd been listening to Retro Runners - Best Covers Playlist and FYC were singing Ever Fallen In Love and that got me thinking. Sometime love is instant, a coup de foudre as the French might say, sometimes a slow burn, sometimes a thing forgotten and just occasionally something rekindled.
Today I remembered a forgotten love, it was only for 20 seconds or so, but enough to quieten runner's noise and stop me from having Flaky Runner tattooed on my brain.
Week 9 Run 3
week 5 run 3
Week 3 Run 1!
Week 4 Run 1 complete
