Yep. I was quite giddy with excitement today.
Very quietly, I have been running again. Achilles is still stiff, but the Good Witch of the North assures me that will heal eventually and gradual rehab into treadmill running will not aggravate it at all.
So, I have now run 3 times! 10 mins, then 20 mins, and then, today, 5k in 30 minutes.
And today felt absolutely sweet. Every now and again you get a workout that hits a sweet spot. Today I felt strong and fit as an ox as I flew over the treadmill and hauled some weights. Bliss.
It goes to show how much harder work it is running on roads - all the unexpected or invisible inclines, the hopping up and down kerbs etc - so much harder than when the ground kindly moves for you beneath your feet.
Carried away with enthusiasm, I offcially pulled out of Cardiff and softenend that blow by immediately signing up for the Bath Half on March 6th. This blog will remain Countdown to Cardiff as I am still aiming to run it next year ... it just means it's a bloody long countdown.
:-)
Climbing Suilven by Norman MacCaig
ReplyDeleteI nod and nod to my own shadow and thrust
A mountain down and down.
Between my feet a loch shines in the brown,
It's silver paper crinkled and edged with rust.
My lungs say No;
But down and down this treadmill hill must go.
Parishes dwindle. But my parish is
This stone, that tuft, this stone
And the cramped quarters of my flesh and bone.
I claw that tall horizon down to this;
And suddenly
My shadow jumps huge miles away from me.