Week 8 Run 1................... There I was, running like a gazelle, taking hills in my stride without the slightest change in pace or rhythm, the chariots of fire music playing from the clouds, the crowd cheering me on from the side lines and Laura encouraging me through my headphones to up my pace........... "Go for it!" And so I do, with the greatest of ease! All of a sudden a great realisation dawns on me........ I was born to run!
Nah! Not really! That was just a dream! This is how it really was:
Week 8 Run 1................... There I was, crashing through the undergrowth like an elephant in full fright, gasping up the slightest of inclines, wheezing along the canal side, my heart pounding like a jack hammer, my lungs on fire. The only thing coming out of the clouds was rain and lots of it! There was no crowd cheering me on from the side lines, just some old man walking his dog with his head down and barely a grunt of a "Good Morning!" Laura was strangely quiet in my headphones, so much so that I thought she'd fallen aseep and forgotten to remind me of the length of time I'd been running. Surely it must be 20 minutes in by now? Then she must have woken up. "You've run for 5 minutes now and should be settling into a nice easy rhythm"
5 MINUTES? YOU'RE KIDDING ME!
I have come to the conclusion that Laura sometimes tells porky pies! That's never only 5 minutes........... Is it? To top it all I come across a couple of other runners looking all comfortable and at ease with themselves with barely the slightest hint of pink in their cheeks. Me on the other hand................... Well, a beetroot on legs would be the closest description. But I had to make it look as though I was a hardened runner and loving it so, I increased my shuffle to a stride, sped up a little and fixed a grin on my face whilst amazingly managing to fit in a sprightly "Good Morning" in between gasps. I don't think they heard me wheezing............ Much! The minute I was round the corner it was back to the shuffle and scaring the animals as I tried to regulate my breathing. Why did I do that? Why?
Still, I completed my 28 minutes but it was so hard today mentally. The last 5 minutes seemed to go on for eternity and I was willing her to end my pain! Maybe I was just tired? I had after all just finished a 12 hour night shift.
Born to Run? Me? Ha!