Well, I bite the bullet and went out for my first run since the WHW race. And what a glorious and enjoyable experience it was. The sun was shining and there was a light breeze keeping me cool. My legs felt as light as feather and I had to constantly slow myself down, as 7m/miles wasn't the plan for a easy recovery run. Little birds and deers followed me along my route, with joyful smiles of encouragement... Bah! Bet you thought you'd stumbled on John K's blog by accident. Te He. In reality my return to the pounding of the pavement was distinctly average.
Don't get me wrong I haven't been completely idol for the last few weeks (a la Sonic style). I've been going to the gym most days. Working on the elliptical cross-training contraption, silly stepper thingy and randomly picking up some weights. Oh and there's been pilates and yoga too, but I know that doesn't count. The bones in my feet have been a bit of mess, so it's only over the last few days that I've considered running. Plus there was the drama of finding my lost mojo.
Sonic and I even did a bit of hillwalking on Saturday. I ticked off Munro number 86, by bagging Beinn Chabhair behind Beinglas Farm. I thought my legs were going to buckle at the sight of the West Highland Way, but they held up until the initial steep ascent. The weather as glorious and we managed to get up and down before the downpours started. After a fabulous day on the hills we went to the cinema to see Hancock and then went to Wagamamas for a noodle feast. How's that for a perfect day out?
Meanwhile, back at the ranch... I've pretty goosed most of today. Sonic was up at 3.30am for the red-eye flight to Amsterdam. Which basically means I've been up since 3.30am. Can't complain though, as at least this time he remembered his wedding ring! But don't get me started on that. I tried everything to get back to sleep. Counting sheep, reading, talking myself back to sleep. I even tried mentally reliving the WHW route. I gave up at 5.30 and decided to go to the gym. Bit more cross-training, but I was still adamant I was going for a run tonight. And I did. Just an easy 4.5-miler round Balloch. I wore my Garmin- just to log the miles - but didn't look at the pace. I'm going to have a week of pace-pressure free running. I generally felt OK, but my knees are still really weak.
I even bumped into Jim Robertson (now a 12 time WHWR finisher) when I was heading back home, so it was nice to catch up with another ejit. Especially someone who's 12 times the ejit I am.
So, I've got an empty and sole power over the remote control. Sonic's presently OD-ing on sushi in the Dam. I not used to having room to sleep. Sonic likes to sleep in the middle of the bed - diagonally. It's not annoying at all ;-)