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RE: October is a fine and dangerous season
Good grief…
The only thing I’m hanging onto this morning… is the fact it must be doing me good.
The only thing I was hanging onto last night were the railings at the top of the steep ascent as I my legs staggered and my lungs battled a losing fight to take in enough oxygen before my tag partner returned, and I had to do it again.
Having met with my new friends again, we were split into groups and for the second time this week I found myself socialising with a bunch of Crazies. As we headed out along the road from the Leisure Centre into town, the lovely chap running next to me was muttering something incomprehensible – something about how great this was… and how he loved doing reps… and had I been to a track session yet because they really push your limits. Through all of this, he was smiling. He ran because he enjoyed it. What sort of cracked up bunch are these people? ENJOYMENT? HILL REPS? SORRY YOU’VE LOST ME.
After a light little jog through town we stopped to re-group and for our leader to set the evening's challenge. He explained the route – it sounded quite easy… a innocuous little circuit. It was about a third of a mile in total, passing the Elly each time (another nice Lewes pub). We were split into two groups – the Crazies and the Intermediates, with me in the latter. At last, I thought, I’m in the right group (well the Sensible Steadies would be the right group, but they were in a different part of Lewes … probably in a pub). But then we found ourselves partnering with someone in the opposite group – I had to partner with a Crazy. And THEN we had to run circuits tagging with our partner – AND it was competitive.
The first ‘game’ was three times round each… this was followed by a further session of ONLY two rounds… sadly we could only manage two as we needed to get back before 20:00 – such a shame.
It was a killer… the circuit finished with a knee trembling steep bank. I’ve not done this kind of running before… the sort where you have stop every 100 meters to shock your heart back into life.
Having finished the reps, we ran back to the club house… take it easy guys, our leader shouted… just run to cool off. EH!
“Cooling off” in my book is gently sweating over a pint of fine ale. That’s how BGG and MLCMM have taught me to cool off.
4 miles we ran in total… but the remarkable thing looking at my charts this morning were the speeds I was achieving. On the reps I was running between 5.5 min/mi and 7.5 min/mi (up the steep bit). Even on the slow run home I was averaging around an 8 min/mi.
Much more of this and I’m either going to become quite a decent runner… or I’m going to drop down dead.
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October is a fine and dangerous season
