I lost a week of my life to dental drama and then Easter rolled around which I used to re-up on joy to get my head right. This meant leisure, luxury and lots of eating and drinking and needless to say, running after a week of not-running and life largesse was quite a disaster.
Forced out 7km on Easter Monday and it was pure torture lugging around stiff limbs of unwieldy concrete. On Wednesday, I ran 10km but I only warmed up properly around 6km, partly because my body still feels stiff but also because it was snowing so I was wearing 2 pairs of tights, 2 thermal long sleeve shirts and a jacket plus gloves and hat.
Two important realisations:
- Proper warm up is critical, especially in the cold, or at least half of the run will be horrible.
- Talking about running is a bit like talking about art, you need to engage extensively to be articulate in ways that make sense but are also compelling. My running vocabulary feels limited, I need other ways to say that my limbs are stiff or heavy but more importantly, I need to understand why so I can avoid it.