Running Hurts!

Folks, a short post today to update you on my week.

I started to feel ok yesterday at work - physically that is, not emotionally, professionally or spiritually. Those are crushed forever by the oppressive weight of government yokedom. No, in body I felt ready for something more. It had already been a solid start to the week with the Gold Coast jaunt on Sunday and backed up by a run to work on Monday. But I was keen, so I laced up and ran home.

Oops. My performance did not meet my enthusiasm.

All was travelling fine on the first 2-3km although the legs were somewhat annoyed with me for asking them to do this so soon after the last time. But they begrudgingly agreed. In fact, some actual rhythm was found and I was optimisticlly visualising my run at Noosa and desparately tried to imprint this feeling to memory. Then things started to hurt.

And hurt and hurt. By 4km my nerve damaged left leg was complaining and starting to malfunction. All semblence of rhythm was now gone and in its place was a gait more akin to a weather-beaten pirate with a peg leg. A short walk was required to reset the style. Which brough me to the second problem - starting again. Me didn't want to do it. But I did and slowly trudged up the major hill at the end in a metronomic shuffle. Finally at home the impact from the run was evident. I remembered to stretch and try to pull out the kinks in the muscles, and spent 15mins on the legs and managed to feel less like a train wreck.

So a few days rest are in order. Maybe that swim later in the week.