That’s the only way to describe tonight’s run unfortunately.
I started off like I had a rocket up my arse and dipped well under 12 minutes for the first mile but after that it all fell apart.
My legs just couldn’t get going. There are probably several extenuating circumstances, not least they looked and felt fat with the build up of fluid. I haven’t been wearing my compression tights for the past few days because I’ve been in shorts due to the heat.
If there are any positives to be taken from tonight, I suppose it could be the negative splits in my last two kilometres, they were still far too slow for my liking but at least they were faster than the two that preceeded them.
I think I also need to work on the psychology of running. I *know* it’s going to hurt at the start and I *know* that I’ll be able to push through that, it’s just remembering it when I’m out that I fail at.
I also need to get a bike sorted out. That’ll help me on my non running days and stop my legs from freaking out when I’m running.
And nutrition. I need to work on that. A new month starts on Thursday, in my mind that’s a good time to put a proper plan in place, I’ve got a few days to prepare it and, literally, hit the ground running.
If I use tonight’s run to spur me on to do those things – bike, psychology and nutrition – then it’ll not have been a total disaster. If I don’t I’ll be back here again and again moaning and complaining.
With apologies to Canon O’Neill (or whoever wrote it):-
Twas down the road one August morn
In a city fair ran I
When quiet lines of working men
In white vans passed me by
No one did speak, no one did laugh
Glad it’s not me but you
Just the gentle hum of engine noise
Rang out in the foggy dew
I woke up this morning, saw it was foggy – really foggy – and thought that’d be fun to go out for a run in, so out for a run I went, think it was around 6am or thereabouts.
As I said it was foggy. And damp. Very damp. So immediately the old Irish rebel ditty ‘The Foggy Dew’ came into my head. Not that I’m big into my Irish rebel songs, y’understand, but I like the tune so my run was spent devising alternative lyrics to the opening verse.
Run wise, I thought I’d tackle the industrial estate by the alternative route so off I went.
It was *really* foggy and damp, so much so I couldn’t see out of my glasses which did make it kind of awkward but interesting.
It still wasn’t fast, but using C25K Week 4, Day 2 as my guide I actually managed to complete the 5k this morning instead of giving up a kilometre early like I did on Sunday so I suppose from that point of view it showed progress and that’s all I can really ask for.
I *do* know that the more often I run the stronger and faster I’ll get.
My legs did feel pretty rubbish around the 3km mark so I need push through that. I more or less convinced myself last night to get a hybrid bike and a turbo trainer so that I can keep things ticking over on my non-run days, I’m hoping that’ll help the burn I always feel in my legs.
Not my fastest run, nor my greatest run – but a run is a run is a run.
To be honest, I wasn’t in the best frame of mind going out. I couldn’t find my preferred shorts nor could I find my compression socks and that sort of put me in a bit of a strop before I even started running.
As sods law dictates, as soon as I came back home I laid my hands on them almost straightaway. Arse.
I knew it wasn’t wise to run angry – experience has taught me that – so I walked for five minutes to calm down a bit before setting off. I moved onto C25K Week 4 so it was 3 minutes running, 90 seconds walking, 5 minutes running, 2.5 minutes walking ….. and then a repeat, or something like that anyway.
It went ok, largely, and I ‘completed’ the stage – it was only after that, when I tried to push on, that my head lost the battle with my legs and I decided to stop my watch after 2.5 miles or so. No biggie. It happens and it’s perhaps good that it happens from time to time – when it does I tend to come back stronger next time and for a while after that. All in the name of progress and all that, eh?
There was no great speed during the run, no real power in my legs …. although if you compare the individual km splits to my last two runs then km 1, 3 and 4 were faster. Go figure.