Hurts so good
I read once in a beginning runner’s handbook that one shouldn’t try to increase distance and speed at the same time, but I appear to have broken that rule.
Last night, I ran 9 kilometres with the running group and we did it in about 1 hour 12 minutes or so. The last kilometre wasn’t enjoyable, but I managed to finish, feeling a bit stronger than the week before when we ran eight.
It turns out that we have an extra week before the end of this running program…perhaps I counted wrong. I was never very good at math. Or, perhaps someone just wants to torture me. Either way, it’s nearly over.
- Upper left thigh is aching a bit. What seems like a murmur might turn into a grouchy squawk during the final 10 kilometre run. Must stretch more carefully and mind my speed. It’s a romantic thought to imagine I could keep up with people who are ten years younger and in better shape, but let’s face it: I left the superhero gig behind about 30 years ago, along with my beach towel cape and clothespin.
- The corns and calluses on the balls of my feet are really becoming a drag to scrape. If anybody out there has a cure, let me know.
- My custom orthotic is three or four years old and is getting pretty spongy. If I don’t replace it soon, the plantar fasciitis in my right foot is bound to return. That’s not fun. The last time, I was off my feet for four months.
This week’s requirements:
A 3 kilometre-run, six 400-metre hills (5 kilometres), and another 5 kilometre run.