Taking myself for a run
I’ve hopped off my bike to train for the Southend 10K Classic two weeks tomorrow. I’ve left the training a bit late and I haven’t run that far for over 6 years so I am not overflowing with enthusiasm. Added to that I had a niggle in a calf for a week, some kind of virus and this morning I had a terrible pain in my shoulder blade, so the scant training is even scanter!
I love my bike, apart from when it’s really windy or hilly, and now I am comparing the running experience unfavourably with the joy of cycling, as I thud along the sea front. I ran with the OH yesterday and he found my fartlek laughable. He adopted a poker face when I out-kicked him at the finish, declaring that I was clearly a lazy cow who had been idling on the run and saving my effort to show off at the end! In my defence, I can’t yet judge my pace so am probably running quite conservatively, plus I was “testing” the calf after the week off.
Anyway, with 1500 runners on the sea-front in a fortnight it will be a 10K shuffle for me, and I can’t say I’m too sorry. Roll on the triathlon in 2010!