It’s a good kind of hurt.
I finally got off my butt and started training for my race which is fast approaching at the end of the year. I really do not have that much time left but I am proud to say that I finally got my act together and done something about it.
Last Friday, I was lamenting about how I felt like running but didn’t feel like it. H then buzzed me on twitter and told me he would run with me and reminded me that I had my race coming. Well, thankfully he did it cos it got me up and about again. We met up, and together with his lovely wife, we did a run together.
I of course held them both up and nearly died trying to keep up with them as well as hold a conversation with them as we ran. I must say, trying to sound like you are not really dying and gasping for breath as you run and talk is not easy at all. I managed to complete my run and at the end, I completed 8km! Ok, not exactly what I would consider an easy first run to “ease” myself into my training, but I survived.. or so I thought.
After that run on Friday night, I decided to do an easy run this morning to loosen up my muscles, I ended up doing an easy 6km. There were loads of people out and about on a Sunday morning and that sort of helped me along to complete my run. Now, the legs are truly screaming blue murder. I hope they recover in time for me to continue my training. I can hope right?
So here’s wishing one and all a great week to come! Bring it!
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