I went for a run yesterday.
3.5km in pitch black where the adrenaline rush came in equal parts from running in no-light urban areas and wondering when exactly I’d stumble and fall flat on my face courtesy of cracks in the pavement.
It was horrid.
Not because of the dark, but because the 3k already made me winded and struggling to go on.
Horrid, horrid feeling that. I can’t even really remember the last time I felt 3k to be a tough run. I can’t recall the last time I woke up the next day with aching leg muscles after a run.
(That hasn’t happened after races even for a couple of years.)
What’s to blame?
Look no further than yours truly.
A combination of a week in Vienna for my sister’s wedding (no running, just lots of biking) and a three week cold with a fever have left me with the longest exercises pause in a couple of years.
Yes. I’ve had time off running due to injury before. But then I usually swam and did weights or something.
I’ve been away from running with a cold before. But not for over a week.
And to be honest?
The final ingredient was laziness. I’d been lounging about for nearly a month and it’s damned hard getting off your arse once you’ve gotten to that “objects at rest” zone.
It’s time to me again!
Not the lazy arse chocolate munching zombie of yester-month. (My only hobby of October was knitting, which resulted in five hats and a gigantic merino scarf.)
Anyway. Back to me.
Nothing like a healthy dose of fear to get moving again.
So I’m signed up for a 21st December end of the year run of 8,4k.
I love running when it’s all white and snowy outside. ^_^
Here’s the plan:
Spend seven weeks to go from huffing and puffing 3k runs back to sub-hour 10k runs.
Nothing else to it!