Saturday morning run
Did a Saturday morning run over the weekend.
I suppose that’s the time of the week that you’d do a Saturday morning run.
Anyway apart from an unscheduled run a month or so back, this was the first run I’d plodded in ages.
This was probably all due to my purchase of a rather run-down old house in the countryside that’s been taking all my time and energy over the past five or so months. It’s strange now to be writing on this blog after such a long time off but there have been some interesting developments since then.
One bad development is that I started smoking again, you see the pressure of the new house and work and other problematic things and I was straight back on the weed. Not great I know but at the time of typing I’ve now been off the smokes for 41 days, which is good.
I’ve also been off the booze now for nearly two months (it might actually be two months today but I’m not sure). Not that I’m an alocoholic or anything, I just overdid it at Christmas and I just wanted to see if I could do it and yes I can, not a drop has passed my lips at all, which is good.
Another thing, I’ve lost weight, I reckon it’s down to the strict adherance of the 5:2 diet but I jokingly mention once in a while that it might be down to the cold too. This house I’ve bought was very very cold when I first moved in, it’s big and it’s stone built and it has thick cold walls that holds the cold and then seeps this cold into the very fabric of ones soul. Even with three quilts on the bed the cold seeped up through the matress, at one point I was wearing multiple layers of clothing on my multiple layers of clothing, hats, gloves etc. before I eventually I managed to sort the heating out. The weight – joking aside – did seem to fall off me. At one point I was 10 stones 3 and now I weigh in at 10 stones 5, which is good.
So with the jaded lungs, the un-alcohol hamstrung ankles and the lack of a stone – or just shy – of the wobbly stuff and I ventured out one cold, sharp and sunny morning to pace along the Seaton seafront.
Moving not bad I thought, jogging but not running I cut through the throngs of early Spring visitors and bobbed along the promenade. Not a bad pace but quickly my lungs started to burn with the cold, a stitch in my chest too, all not good but I padded on. Got to the two mile marker and a little further on the turn-around, back up the front, a little slower but not a bad pace I stuck to my task and four and a bit miles later I was stretched out on the grass at my start/end point.
Not bad for a six month layoff, if I keep this up, keep off the smokes and keep the weight down I reckon I could do something extraordinary before the year is out.
Didn’t time the run so I have no evidence to support it, but I reckon I did a good(ish) start run, I did manage at one point to pace down a young lady who was making a good stride, so I couldn’t be doing that badly.
Next week is one of those huge birthdays that points to senility and stagnation.
Screw that for a game of soldiers I might be getting on but I still look fifteen years younger than I am, I’m fitter than most people half my age and when I get a chance it’s kiteboarding and biathlons for me.
Yes biathlons, just did an overdose of the Winter Olympics and there’s something wonderful about skiing around with a rifle on your back. I just loved it, it can’t be too difficult to excel at too, I reckon there might be too much emphasis on the huge blokey aspect – like there used to be in the triathlons… perhaps – a semi-competitve Ethiopean track star with the ability to ski and shoot might just beat all comers 🙂
Who knows a bit of application and I could be representing my under-represented country in the Winter Olympics next time around.