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RE: What next eh?
You know that feeling when you can’t be arsed to go out, but you make the effort and then end up having the best run of your life. That didn't happen last night.
OATR wrote a lovely blog over the weekend about our Good Friday 11 miler. He mentioned in passing that I was suffering, but what he didn’t say is how much I suffered. There is on occasion a happening for which you cannot explain. I appreciate that I haven’t been running much of late, but 10 miles is easily within my grasp. On Friday though… whether it was a quick blast to Caburn followed by too much beer the night before, the cold wet conditions, or a general feeling of being run down… mullered my legs to pulp.
I managed a short run with Small on Saturday, which even at a relatively steady pace nearly destroyed me. And then last night I went out with the Herd.
With OATR otherwise committed, and Radar suffering with pneumonia (ouch), I pulled our new running mucker, Jack into my ample fold and insisted that we set off together. It was all a bit confusing as our usual leader wasn’t there… so we joined a group who promised a steady jaunt up to Caburn. Uncommonly for me, they were too slow. Jack and I easily pulled away. So having agreed a route with them, we pretty much did our own thing. However, I should have stuck with the slower runners, as running with Jack is a Jackyll and Hyde affair (did you see what I did there?).
On the one hand, he is very good company, and as a newbie to our circles remains for now, a polite and an interested listener to my varied and numerous farming and countryside facts; on the other hand he is a very good and quick runner, who seems to get faster the further you go. Not unlike running with Radar, except Jack is also very good at the up-hills.
We ran the planned route with a few waiting stops for the others to catch up, and then left them so that we could run an extra mile. It was on arrival at our turnaround point that we spotted the fast Herd group stampeding towards us, so we waited and joined them for a quick race back into town.
In the end we only ran just over 5 miles… but it felt a lot more. My poor legs just couldn’t cope. There will be little running now for a week whilst work and play get in the way. But that’s probably not a bad thing to be honest.
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