As I started on the downhill slope to home time, the usual demons started up…
“you don’t want to go out for a run… It’s dark, cold and wet”
I will freely admit that I agreed with my little demon. It is dark, cold and wet. I won’t lie – I considered not going out. Then some synapse fired and reminded me that it is less than 7 weeks to Silverstone Half Marathon, and every little piece of training helps.
I’d considered nipping in to the gym. It was only meant to be two miles, which is just about bearable on the treadmill. But no. I decided to go around the marina, which isn’t a route I usually do. I thought perhaps the change of scenery would be helpful.
Out of the house I ventured. Into drizzle, wind and cold I stepped, and of course, my Garmin took a little longer to lock. Not my best start. Once the planets had aligned and the Garmin locked on, I started off. Or rather, I attempted to get the two lumps of concrete attached to my hips moving. It was unsuccessful. Ok… Maybe I’ll feel better when I get into it. After all, I have been harbouring intentions towards trying my hand at lamppost intervals. I tried a couple of lamppost intervals. Nope. Not working. Ok… Maybe back to familiar territory? I headed back towards the trainline. Still nothing.
I never regret going out for a run, despite all my whinging about it beforehand, but I came very close to regretting today’s attempt.
I aborted the run as I was becoming progressively more miserable.
Tuesday nights are Slimming World weigh in nights, and I pootled off, convinced that I would have put weight on. Upon arrival, I took my jacket off, and H (who helps out at Slimming World), pointed out that I had a rather unfortunate wet patch across my chest. Yep, it looked like I had some pretty spectacular boob sweat going on. Delightful. It would appear that my waterproof jacket that I wear for running is not as waterproof as I give it credit for. Fortunately, I maintained my weight this week, so I didn’t quite put the cherry of a weight gain on what was turning into a rubbish evening.
I got to thinking why my run was so awful today, and I suspect it could be one or a combination of the following:
- I need to buy a new sports bra. I had bounce, and bounce is not good. I need strapping in, and firmly.
- I haven’t had that much in the way of protein. I didn’t have much after my long run and I have been sore. I know that if I eat more protein, I am generally a happier (and less stiff) bunny.
- I am tired. A lot of things feel like a chore at the moment, and those things are less physically demanding than running.
- My legs are physically tired. Yes, probably they are. My shins are a bit sore, right ankle isn’t happy and my left knee is joining in the chorus of niggles.
- Not eating close enough to a run. I hadn’t eaten anything for nearly 6 hours before I went out (and even then, it was hardly a nutritious meal – a stuffing baguette and Diet Coke).
Four miles are on the card tomorrow. My plan? Wear my other bra, bed early tonight, eat something at about 4:30pm and start feeding myself with proper food instead of rubbish.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings!