Went to stay in High Wycombe over the weekend. On Saturday morning Iwent for a run before breakfast. I intended to go out for around 35 minutes and as I didn't know the area I just did an out and back (out for 17 and a bit minutes then turn around and go back).
I'm not used to running in the mornings and ater 7 minutes 34 seconds I felt terrible. I felt tired, sick and dizzy - and I hadn't even been out the night before! I carried on going though and continued to feel awful. Then, suddenly around 23 or 24 minutes into the run I started to feel a lot better. I was able to pick up my pace a bit and stride out for the last 10 or 15 minutes of the run. I got back to base camp after 38 minutes of running.
The next day I was woken up by Elly's mum saying, "I'm putting on some breakfast if you want any?" followed immediately by Elly's dad saying, "are you coming for a run before breakfast?" I reckon at 7:55am I was deep in sleep, dreaming happily and at 7:58am I was running along a frosty path with Elly's dad. Again, unsurprisingly, I felt terrible. The run was hard and every so often Elly's dad would say, "right you run up there and sprint over to that point and I'll meet you over there" and "right, here's a good hill - I'll just run up here then you do a couple of loops." We were out for over an hour and by the time I we got back I was sure that Elly's dad had been trying to kill me!
We went for a walk in the afternoon which nice as it let me stretch my tired legs.
Fortunately, football was cancelled.
2 comments:
Maybe it's a cunning ploy to get you away from his daughter :D
I do envy you though at your ability to get out there and do all this.
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