A moment of running shame this morning.
Got up early at 6:22am and sat down to a breakfast of a cup of coffee with a spoon of honey and a glass of effervescent vitamin C tablets (2x 2,00omg) in water.
Got my gear on, jumped in the car and headed down to a sunny Seaton Carew. Although lovely and sunny it was a bit brisk and there was a bit of a tidy wind blowing so I put in my Adidas zippy top and ran off (proved brilliant for staying warm and zippy heat control when it got a bit too hot).
Anyway not far into my run a bloke ran out of a sidestreet in Seaton (must have just been starting) zipped across the road behind me and within seconds he’d bounded past. I tried a little to counter but he was off and soon put some space between the pair of us. Now I’m not the best loser in the world and he didn’t look too athletic too, he was a bit wide but he was tall and whatever…. he was too much of a lump to run past me godamnit… I did look at my watch though and I was doing a really pedestrian 7:54/mile, so that might have accounted for some of it. I reckon that I was pretty slow as I’d been over-egging it all week and I remembered a previous moment in the week when I’d been doing a speedy 7:04/mile at the same spot. Anyway I was analysing it all and making excuses for myself with him checking me out over his shoulder every few hundred yards when after a mile and a half he pulled over. The big lummox had passed me but no flipping wonder he was only running around the block…. I’ll run the sucker down next time I see him and he’ll crash and burn after a mile or so, revenge will be mine, whooohahahaha.
Anyway I passed him and carried on for a rather relaxing run. I’d decided to take it a bit easy as I’d done a lot that week and my knees had been a bit sore the night before. I said my usual hellos and only got ignored by other runners, really not great that my fellow runners are such ignorant gits is it. A man with a frightening looking dog turned out to be the jolliest with a firm “hello lad” as I passed him in both directions, now that’s how to do it my lycra clad friends.
Ran into a wind on the way out and was supported by the wind on the way back to clock a reasonable time but I clocked the first run of the season where I averaged less than eight minute mile averages in both directions.
Pretty cool and not so much of a running shame then.