Actual running to write about

Oh yes, I’ve done some actual running. I say running, it’s my usual putting one foot in front of the other at a faster speed than my walking pace, but ‘running’ is quicker to type. The wheezing snotfest has cleared up, but did mean that I missed my group run a week last Tuesday (going for runs while off sick is bad form I believe) and also yoga on Wednesday (when I got home, I tried doing downward dog and was rewarded with  whooshing pounding sensation in my skull, so I slept for 3 hours instead). In the end, I had a week off (hard to distinguish from my normal weeks I know) and went back to club running on Tuesday, which was a short session that hurt my lungs and added to a general sense of antisocial grumpiness that day. It was also snowing again as I left work, so it was a miracle that I didn’t come up with some excuse to skive.

Tuesday 23 Feb
Time: 00:32:44
Distance: 2.81 mi

I took advantage of being off work on Thursday and did a 3 mile out and back (turning right at the front door), which has been a standard route for me since I started this lark but one that I’ve had a mental block on for months – I just don’t seem to be able to get back without walking. This remained true on Thursday. Bah.

Thursday 25th Feb
Time: 00:36:00
Distance: 3.14 mi

Sunday morning saw me down the canal – it was bitterly cold and grey. Most of the ducks remained asleep with their heads tucked under their wings, those that did venture into the water looked shocked and miserable when they hit the freezing depths. I also saw what I think was a moorhen flying. The suspected moorhen was a round, solid-looking creature that certainly isn’t designed for graceful flight. It was a slow, laboured, optimistic flapping that eventually propelled it across the road. It reminded me of me.

Sunday 28th Feb
Time: 00:34:20
Distance: 3.02 mi

And then March started. Finally, a glimpse of sunshine on Monday morning (followed by an afternoon of  fat blobby snowfall) and a run in daylight this evening. It was lovely. Still quite slow, but it’s the first time in ages that I’ve actually felt good whilst out running and I did 4 miles quite happily. Oh, and I turned right at the front door and went there and back without walking, so that’s that demon laid to rest.

My only complaint is about my new pair of 3/4 length running tights. I say 3/4 length, it would appear that my left leg likes this length, but my right leg prefers knee length. I look like more of an idiot than normal, but having said that, they’re better than my full length version, which have been designed for a giraffe-like freak woman; If I wear them in a non-Simon Cowell position they cover my feet, if I hitch them up I become Queen of the Cameltoe. I may have to invest in some stilts.

Tuesday 2nd March
Time: 00:44:57
Distance: 4.00 mi