I had decided to run this morning and I’m nothing if not stubborn so run I did. The case against was strong: I woke up too early. (Priority number one when I next move house: I refuse to sleep next to the kitchen. Or to live with other people. Either would do.) My throat was and is sore and red. I should be working. There are laundry issues (I’m kind of ready to move house, actually, except contractually and financially). The morning was cold… I promised myself half an hour. No more, no less.
Here’s what I discovered: if you run according to a programme that has you training shorter distances with breaks in between, even half an hour of uninterrupted* running can be hard. Unexpectedly hard. I didn’t expect to get all out of shape this quickly. Could it be this darned cold that I seem to be hosting? (And could I please, please, please not be ill again?) Should I go back to shorter spurts, or keep doing the same, or even increase my distances? Should I just accept that running is a problem with my current state of health and stick to other things?
Idk. I got a right to sing the blues. What’s more, I got a right to dance the blues, which is exactly what I’m going to do.
*I say uninterrupted; I was quite close to home when I was stopped by a man who wondered why I was running up and down the streets when there’s a park nearby. At that point I’d already been to the park and had simply taken a wrong turn on my way home, but it’s an otherwise good question, and the answer is simple: I’m easily bored, the park doesn’t have many options for suitably short runs, and it was full of parkrunners doing their 5K. I managed to run upstream twice.