Ok 10 days – 10 solid days. 24 hours in each of them and I didn’t run once. Not once. I even dramatically cut down my steps every day aided by the fact I was teaching and not on pool side for 3 of those days. Surely that was going to be long enough to get rid of the issue in my butt.
The day was set. Schools were off (are they ever on?!) and my mum was having Oliver so I could get out and get it done. 10 miles. That’s my aim. This is going to be BRILLIANT! 10 pain free miles, including hills, pushing on the down hill cause I love to scare myself and almost fall (not so great when a little pee comes out but hey, it happens). The route was planned. I would catch up on all the miles I had missed in those very long 10 days.
Then my mum said she was staying in town so running to her house didn’t really work. Ok. No problem. Different route then. Hmm. Well, to be honest, 10 miles might be pushing it. Probably not the best idea to push that out just in case it pushes me back and deem the rest completely pointless. Ok. Up the river then. And it feels good I ‘could’ always add on the extra (and by could I obviously mean I’m 100% doing 10 miles but trying to fool myself that I am not).
Oliver happily waddles off with his Nanny having not seen her in a little while. Lucie (my daughter) has only just got out of bed in that typical ‘I’m a teenager I need to sleep’ state. Ok. T-shirt and shorts. Where’s my shorts? WHERE’s my shorts! HOW do your clothes go missing so quickly when you don’t wear them? For goodness sake! Can’t find them and the other pair are currently swirling round the washing machine. Sake. Ok, I will try out my new adidas leggings. Oooohh these are nice! Little bit camel toe but no one should be looking there! Really comfy though (not the camel toe part, I can’t feel that, just looks like that).
Garmin on and I opt for music instead of a pod cast because this WILL be a great run! It’s going to be all flying through the air with grace and speed. There may even be rainbows. Off I go. Yup. It’s awesome! I feel great. Little tricky breathing but that will settle down. Pants appear to be falling down though (thank goodness I don’t run in a skirt). I discreetly try to pull them back up – and by discreetly I mean I ram my hand down and yank them up so I now have a thong to go along with my camel toe. I’ve opted for along the river which is flat because I know I love it further up. I get to one km (this used to be my original 5km route when I started running so I know where every kilometre is ha ha). Hmm, stomach is a bit funny. I did do my pre run visit though so all should be good. Maybe it’s just the Trek bar I had last night, it had chocolate on the top. I get to a mile and have to stop. I have to stop! Nope, this definitely isn’t just a bit of chocolate. It’s one mile! Come on!
Ok back off running. That was just a blip, ignore it. 8mins 20 for your first mile is still better than what you have been doing. Half a mile more and my stomach is cramping. What the actual hell. Nope nope nope I will run it off! No no no you won’t Ella! I’m stopped at mile 2 again. Every single human in the world is now looking at me wondering if I even know how to run as I am spending more time resting than actually moving. Even those at their desks working away can see me and are just staring. Paranoid much. Ok get moving.
Mile 3 and I have to sit down. Head in my hands. Curled up in a ball. I check my phone to see if Joe is nearby. Dunfermline. He sends me a photo of the golden post box. I choose not to tell him I am out running and in need of a lift home due to a sore stomach. I consider phoning my mum but I know I could get home faster by myself. Do I really want to walk though? Am I honestly going to walk when I should be running? Not a chance. I stand up and realise I have of course sat in mud and now look like I have poo’d myself. Just another thing to add to the list. Fantastic. What’s next? My sports bra breaks? Let’s not joke about these things.
3.5 miles and it’s another stop as I’m convinced I’m about to throw up. The smell from the abattoir is most certainly not helping. Note to self, if you ever learn how to run again don’t come along the river anymore. It is actual death. Although if someone could kill me now I’m not sure I would object.
Onward’s I go in my camel toe, pants falling down, mud that looks like poo on my bum state of athleticism. Aren’t I setting the perfect picture example to all around. (Which thankfully is no one even if I do think I’m on the Truman Show – is that a camera on that tree?). I’m stopping constantly but my goal is 4 miles and then I will walk home. 2 miles is too far not to run so I force myself to go to 5 miles switching tactics and putting a pod cast on. It’s a guy that has walked across the Antarctic in 54 days unsupported. Well don’t I feel bloody pathetic! I’ve stumbled to 4 miles and am doing the whole ‘I can’t go on’. Suck it up. I plod along eventually making it to 5 miles, pace has gone out the window – obviously – and keep going to stop and walk but instead….just keep going. Stubbornness. Pure stubbornness.
I get home and lie down straight away. Lucie asks if she should phone Nanny. What a mess! I tell her no it’s just a little sore stomach, nothing much. ‘I thought it was your legs that hurt mum?’
My legs! I haven’t felt my legs – or my butt – at all! Well just a little in the hamstring but nothing really. But then to be fair I wasn’t exactly running. So it wasn’t really a good test. Still, I’m taking that as a positive.
So that was that. My first run after 10 days rest which should have been all rainbows and smooth flying but was instead cramping soreness with god only knows what going on with my bottom half – no leg or butt pain though!
Who said running was boring?