So, sunny Sunday – and the longest run I have completed since I was 14, and it was only just over 3 miles…
I had decided to have a couple of days off from Thurs – to “recharge”!! – so I was planning to do the 3 miler today.. Initial plans were to run to Redwick, but with the things we had to do today, that wasn’t possible – well a lift back wasn’t, so as soon as I got up I went for a 3 mile circuit around the back roads around Undy..
Well to say I am not preparing myself physically may be an understatement. Due to getting home late from work (yes – I had to come back from Cardiff at 5:15 on a Friday afternoon this week!!!) I didn’t end up in the pub in the evening, although I had a couple of cans and a glass of red – also had a chilli but really felt ill later on. The wife and a couple of the kids have had some sickness in the week so I think I might have had a little of that, luckily my chunky gut can manage any type of bug so didn’t feel too bad on Saturday. Was doing really well on Saturday, until about 6:30 when it went a little wrong, drank 5 cans after each other and managed to nosh off on a big Vindaloo and Keema Nan (oh and chips) and perhaps a sneaky popadum.
So to 8:30 this morning, it was wet, I was tired and had a shandy man’s headache. But had to be tough, had to be strong so off I went for the “big one”.. Started on the normal run and immediately I felt some pain in my shins, and upper leg, but after a couple of mins that subsided and it was going pretty good. Got a knee twinge again at the same point as on Thurs, but about this time I noticed a fellow athlete coming my way, also Marathon training no doubt – this perked me slightly and with a spring in my step and a smile on my mush I watched as we closed in. Think of something pleasant, but witty my mind was thinking between the thuds on shoe on tarmac – well I managed a friendly “Morning”, and you know what, can you guess? The miserable witch completely blanked me! Sodding runners, hateful freaks – well lucky for her I was already knackered I would have shouted something unfriendly but I was gulping for air after my initial massive dialog.
I had decided to take a small bottle of water with me this time, seeings as I was going quite so far, but I have realised that I need to do some extra training on the art of drinking whilst running. Drinking whilst sitting in pub – piece of pee, drinking whilst standing – not a problemmo, drinking whilst cycling – easy peasy pudding and pie, drinking whilst slapping the concrete jungle – impossibubble. I managed to spill it first, then when I managed to get it actually into my mouth I couldn’t seem to remember how to swallow, plus I needed to breathe – arrggg, so I half swallowed and half breathed whilst my head was moving up and down in a depressingly spazzy way. Long story short – I nearly drowned, on the road, standing up – hmmm..
Anyway, I was following a route my wife had recommended which was fine for most of it, until the end, about 2.5 miles in, and already further than I had every dreamed about – then I hit THE HILLS… That was tiring I can tell you. But, I finished – 3.2 miles, 31 minutes – pooped.
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Days left: 141
Confidence: 30%
Ability: 10%