Do you remember that first day back to school after the Summer holidays feeling? That ‘oh Jesus Christ mum, don’t make me go back to that hell hole with those monstrous kids and be taught about oxbow lakes by a hungover middle aged man who clearly hates teenagers and only took up teaching as a profession for the epic annual leave’ feeling? That is somewhat akin to how I feel about going back running, every time I have any amount of time greater than 4 days off. Which is weird, because unlike school, I actually quite like running.
Historic teen angst aside, today was my first run since my ankle started to feel too weak to run on a couple of weeks ago. I was quite literally dreading it. Thankfully, my body woke me up naturally at 4.45 so I didn’t have to endure the rather obnoxious mix of alarm tones I have (Independent Woman – Destiny’s Child, followed two minutes later by Bang Bang – Nicki, Jessie and Ari). I reluctantly squeezed myself into my Lycra, and timidly stepped out of the front door. I live half way up a bloody massive hill, so I always choose to power walk up to the top of the hill to start my workout off – at just over half a mile long, it serves nicely as a warm up for my just woken up muscles. After a few semi discreet stretches at the top of the hill, I decided to start things off gently. Today’s run was 3.5 miles according to my Nike app, and I decided to do 2 minutes of running, 2 minutes of walking all the way. And you know what? It. Felt. Awesome.
Everything I worried about was for nothing. My ankle felt strong and healthy again, I didn’t get honked at from the white van misogynists, my lungs didn’t explode. Overall success! I was having a think about the benefits of easing myself in. I’m so pleased I did, because it’s put me in such a great frame of mind for the rest of the week. Once again, I’m looking forward to the Race for Life 10k I’m participating in on Sunday. I’m so affected when I have a rough performance. It’s so silly. I try to tell myself that even a lame workout is better than no workout, and I’ve lapped miles around the people who are still in bed; but somehow a rough workout day often leaves me feeling frustrated with a lack of progress – even when in actual fact, I have progressed – a lot.
Human beings are silly buggers. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.