The rocky road to fitness involves a bit of essential running recovery.
As mentioned in my previous post I’d managed to have a sordid weekend abusing my body with smokes (80 in three days, nothing by my old standards but too much after being off for a while) booze and spending too much time standing around in a field watching bands.
I’d managed to do a static row on Tuesday but that hadn’t gone too well and it proved to be a terrible time for 5,000m. Yesterday I still wasn’t feeling too well, but Izzi came over and we spent the day looking after her and by the end of the day my throat and lungs and general health were feeling a lot better so I decided to do a run this morning and see if it could snap me out of my fug.
Got up really early for a holiday (still having a week on hol’s) and taking my Dad’s advice – who told me it was chilly outside – I wrapped up well and headed off for Seaton Carew. Getting there it looked bright and crisp but I still decided to leave on the layers of clothing and struck out for a 4.66 mile run. Sure enough it was nice and warm and I was soon cooking a bit in my clothes, nothing terrible but I do think a t-shirt would have been a much better idea. Anyway after passing two dogs which were luckily on their leads – as they both went mental when I passed – I then struck off down the front, I thought I was doing a good pack but after passing the halfway (half of the first length that is) I checked my watch to find I was only doing a 7:59 per mile pace and I would soon have to slow down as I was already knackered. Soooo that few days of rock and roll lifestyle and I’m back to the times of about three weeks ago, not good at all, I am feeling better now and I hope that my speeds will increase rapidly, but it has set me back a lot, hopefully it’s not permanent damage I’ve done by striking out on ciggie stopping, after being on my way to nice pink lungs again.
I think that the damage was done in reverse order by the festival weather and exhaustion, booze and up front first being smoking. I think I need to re-iterate for next year that I should not smoke at festivals unless I want to suffer for days afterwards and suffer in the field watching the band too.
Anyway the run wasn’t too bad, apart for the cooking and the slow pace it was quite easy and I did say hello to lots of nice people who returned the compliment, I was only ignored by a woman who’d probably not heard me as she was wearing headphones. I actually had a good chat at the finish with a bald street cleaner who told me all about his lot and all, so it was a nice start to the day and I’m feeling a lot better already, so my old adage of everything being better after a run, well perhaps that’s true today and my running recovery is well on the way.