Running on a Monday
Well normally I’d not be running on a Monday, but today I had swapped my late night duty with a work colleague and this left the gates open to do a post-work run.
Startlingly though – what with running after work, finding my watch batteries were out of charge (yes that’s why there’s no times today) and generously giving a good friend a lift home, I still found it in me to do a run. The night was pretty North Sea coastal, dreary and just grey – no weather as I sometimes call it. Anyway I overdressed and headed off into an untimed stiff headwind, despite not having my watch I still kept up a good pace and on the return leg I was putting on a good pace again but the heat of the warmish day, the lack of wind with the tailwind and the overwrapping of my heavy weather running gear defeated me and I had to slow down.
Anyway not a bad effort, I did miss out a bit on the start and end as there were a bunch of kids kicking a ball around, not really any intention of playing a game of football I felt it was more a testosterone thing with intimidation edging. Ronaldo will sleep easy tonight and rather than feel the pang of humiliation and the less serious dint of a football I ran a different way.
Things getting better on the running front, I am a bit concerned about some of the physical and mental things that seem to be afflicting me post-smoking.
Over the weekend I was in a terrible mood, so I’ve done a bit of research there and yes I know it’s a classic to be tetchy but I seem to think that in my case it could be something to do with serotonin levels. Basically while smoking you lose the ability to secrete serotonin and ciggies let you bounce it back up there when you’re at a loss. Closing down the nicotine closes down the serotonin and hey presto Billy is a dull boy, and not a nice one to boot. Remedies abound not least nicotine replacement – serotonin release in sleep time leads to vivid dreaming which explains my exploits with patches and Yellow Submarine dreaming. I however don’t want to maintain my addiction to nicotine, I want to crack it so I’ve just resorted to an old remedy that seems to be backed up by some laboratory based evidence the wonder drug 5-HTP. In my younger days after a festival or after a weekend bender the feeling of death could be alleviated by 5-HTP, it’s not illegal or dangerous it’s on the shelf in Holland & Barrett and spookily I found it worked. Essentially I believe it’s just neat serotonin (I’ll have to read this further) that can be ingested without being digested and this circumnavigates the need to produce serotonin. It gives you a calming more positive outlook using the element that was intended to do it, not a nicotine stimulus. Anyway the plan is to try it out and in a box of old pills and potions I found in my container (another story) I found a jar of 5-HTP, so I’ve just taken one now and hopefully all will be well in Billy land.
Another thing I noticed last night is that I was awoken a few times with that horrible feeling in my throat that there’s air stuck down the windpipe somewhere, its difficult to describe but it’s something I used to feel when I’d really been hitting the fags. I was a bit worried at the time but it seems to have settled down today and I’m hoping that the run has ironed that one out. I’m trying to be positive and think that it’s something to do with my lungs starting to expel all the gunk and tar, hopefully that’s it and I don’t experience it tonight.