I took advantage of a brief respite in the deluge and headed out for the first run of week 4. The route I usually use is impassable. The footpath has become a fast flowing stream. I never run in my own village, it's too hilly, there are no pavements, and people know me! There was not a lot of choice about where to run as two of the three roads out of the village are flooded, so I drove to the next village which is larger and has pavements!
What is strange about doing this programme is how smoothly you move on from one week to the next and what seemed nigh-on impossible is more than manageable just a few days later. Just 7 days ago, three minutes of running nearly killed me. Today, when part of a five minute run it seemed easy (am I tempting fate by saying that?).
What is surprising me about my own body is that it is my legs and not my lungs that are struggling. As an asthmatic who has been hospitalized on several occasions I am amazed at how my lungs are coping. In fact I blew a pb on the peak flow scale the other day! But my legs are another story. They are so slow and feel so heavy (at least after the first few minutes they do) that I am in danger of being overtaken by elderly ladies out walking their equally elderly Yorkshire terriers!
One final note: I could have slapped Laura today. I haven't had a stitch for about 40 years. Why did she have to go and mention them? No sooner had she talked about them and then told me to run than I developed one! I chose to ignore it, after all, it's only pain