Well, despite my positive attitude after the dreaded week 5 run 3, I needed some recovery time before I could tackle this run. I planned to go on Monday after the first day back at work, but opted for sleeping for an hour and a half instead, At one point, at the end of our year team meeting, I could hardly stand, it was only then that I realised that running uo and own the two flights of stairs twice during the hour to fetch various bits of paperwork, was a stupid thing to do. Today I considered asking someone to hep me carry something heavy. I didn't do it, but I was aware I should. According to my GP, these are signs that I'm beginning to accept the changes which CFS means I need to make. Unfortunately the next step involves actually making the changes!! Nonetheless, I got myself all lined up to run on Tuesday. We had the year 7s in for the first time and I was on my feet,running around all day from 8.30 till 3pm.
When I got home I asked my lovely (and much to my jealousy, fit) boyfriend if he was going to join me. He initially agreed but then faffed around for half an hour before saying he wasn't sure he felt up to it...by which time I was all but ready to give up. However, I got out of the door, pressed start on mapmyrun and play in the iPod. I was all ready for this run to be a doddle, I'd just run 20 minutes non-stop, how could 5-8-5 be any more difficult? I have no idea, but it was. Perhaps it was the tiredness, perhaps two days was too long to rest, but there were points where I thought I'd have to stop and walk. My lungs ached, ,my legs were begging for a divorce from my hips and my jaw wobbled uncontrollably (something that usually only happens when I'm fully exhausted.) The last 5 minutes seemed to go on forever. Even worse, Laura knew it. She sounded like she was breaking tragic news when she said, "two and a half minutes down," And when she said just one more minute left, I could have cried.
Despite this, I did it, and looking back on how I felt now, I quite proud that I kept rogging. At the time I just felt totally pathetic for feeling so knackered. Does anyone else feel like this? During a run, when I struggle, I feel ridiculous, it's only afterwards that I feel a sense of achievement.
Another busy busy day tomorrow, but I am determined to get out and do week 6 run 2. Fingers crossed folks, if I going to keep going I might need your support on this one.
Happy rogging. A x