Running on Empty?

Blimey.

That was a bit of a shock.

I've spent all week taking out my frustrations on the spinning bike, confident in the knowledge that with every spin I am increasing my fitness, despite the lack of actual running.

So, this morning I am in sunny London, in Bermondsey. And I decided to do one of my favourite things - a run along the Thames.

And I am careful ... oh so careful. I run up to the park, then stretch, very carefully. Then, I'm off! Up to Tower bridge and along past Hay's Galleria, towards Waterloo. The weather is amazing. The sun shines, there is a breeze coming off the Thames, and it has to be one of the best views in the entire world.

But

My legs don't work.

And my lungs appear to have shrunk.

And I am making wierd gaspy noises as I run.

(Not to mention the fact that everywhere smells pungently of dog's piss but I'm not going to hold myself responsible for that - it just added to the general malaise)

Hmmmm.

I believe this is what is called "Running on Empty". It's Friday, and I hae worked out every day this week. No rest day - maybe my legs are tired?

Or maybe, just everynow and again, you get a crap run. It was only 2 miles. But felt like 13. Scary.


But the jewel is this: On 2 occaisions, for about 1 minute each, I felt I was running like a well-oiled machine. Fleeting feelings - but definitely there! It's like panning for gold - sift through all the shit and there are a couple of jewels.

Leg is not too bad. I cooled down properly, stetched well. It's tight but not as bad as it has been. The groin strain I appeared to pick up today is another issue. Hey ho. Nothing shall stand in my way.

ttfn