This morning’s run was my last for the week (considering Saturday was my first running day – there is something lovely about starting afresh on a Saturday!)
I was supposed to go on the run yesterday (with my shuffled-around schedule), but a whole slew of dull and tiresome circumstances led to me putting it back a day.
Next week I won’t be allowing four days between a run, as I certainly suffered today. Honestly, it felt like I was dragging a sack of potatoes up and down Beach Road. Worst still, I was into the most rotten day of my period (the third day, always the worst) and just felt heavy, bloated, crampy and RAT SHIT.
Mentally, I struggled too.
Neurotic Negativity had come along for the ride, coasting aboard my menstrual cycle (carrying a sack of potatoes).
About 20 minutes into the run, Neurotic Negativity started yapping away:
Why are you doing this?
What’s the point?
You’ll never be a good runner!
You look out of shape, stupid
… and other unwelcome unpleasantries.
After a few minutes of letting Neurotic Negativity have their spiel, I thought ‘SHUT UP!’ and just kept running. So, I was victorious!
Here’s what I did:
20 minutes run
5 minutes recovery
20 minutes run
5 minutes warm down run
By the end, I enjoyed it.
I also saw my physiotherapist again, and he said my knees are in good form and gave me about a thousand new warm-up exercises to do. I tried not to laugh as he very earnestly (and kindly) showed me how to do them in his chinos and very shiny and pointy brown shoes.