Fri – Christmas day! Sleepeatsleepeatminiwalksleepeat
Sat – 20ish mile cycle – felt wonderful – crisp, fresh boxing day – path dotted with walkers trying to recover from Christmas indulgence. Loved it.
Sun – 2500m swim – 5x500m
Mon – 45min horseyride (on the pony I ride when i’m home – who has not been ridden since last time I was home – about 3 months… :-0 ) + 1hr pool run
Tues – 30 MINUTE RUN
Wed – 45min swim – lost count of lenghts
Yes – your eyes do not deceive you – yesterday, I went for a proper run – my first one in what could well be about two months now! I tested the ankle out in the shallow end of the pool on Monday – and felt no pain at all, saw Mr Ankle Fixing Doctor on Tuesday, who confirmed it was ok to run – and off I went!
Yesterday’s run was what I call a ‘Pleasant Run’. Obviously, I wasn’t pushing for speed, or for length – because I need to take it slowly to avoid aggravating the injury. As a result, I got to potter along at a comfortable pace: no goal, no time limit, no pre-determined length. I have to admit, it was really… what’s that word you’re never allowed to use at school? yes- nice. It was nice. Not exhilarating, but enjoyable. It reminded me of the kind of runs I did when I first started running, those stress busting short bursts of energy that give you a chance to ponder on the day’s occurrences. Every so often, I’d notch it up a gear and run a little faster, to get a taste of the rush that comes from flying through the air. I actually had to force myself to make sure I didn’t keep that up for too long – that rush is also very good at masking pain!
Still, it was nice to take a trip down the road, just me, my running shoes, and my thoughts. Sometimes, running is just an excuse to get outside, into the wide open expanse that is the world. It is an excuse to appreciate how big the world is, and how very small each of our lives are – how insignificant, how futile, all the stupid worries we let get ahead of simply taking pleasure in existence. Pure, unadulterated: living.