Marathon J
The week was a write off, work and home conspired against me so only one swim possible, but inspired by Marathon T’s plans I decided to put in a long run. Her in doors stole my running clothes for our package holiday to St Owen, so I was resigned to old stuff.
The first mile started out to the dulcet tunes of “Should I give up…or should I just keep chasing pavements” very apt as the first couple of miles were hard.
I settled into the run after about two miles and then after another two miles I felt my left little toe rubbing, wrong socks! Eeek, try as I might I could not get it to stop, not to be deterred I carried on. At about 7 miles I ran past Bell Royal motors, which if you live in Jersey you will know has large windows which reflect well, meaning that you are able to check your running style, profile and dashing good looks. However, when I glanced across I saw a sad, red faced, old man, running slowly, wearing my running gear, who would have thought that!
Shortly after I hit the wall, wow, hot flushes followed by cold sweats, feeling faint then dizzy, every step felt impossible. I thought about Marathon T and what he would do, stupid really, he’d program "wall" into his “Garmin F305” and run round it in a jiffy, so no help then. So might thoughts turned to Marathon Peter, but I have reason to believe he does not exist, I think he is a clone just incase one of the others drop out, finally I thought about Marathon B. He, as avid readers will know, has been through and still is going through amazing difficulty, resorting to acupuncture, pain killers, homeopathic pills, creams, gels, ice packs, special shoes, and a total disregard for pain using some sort of Jedi-mind control he's picked up on deeply technical training courses where binary is the first language and only whimps speak in assembler. Anyway my pain was nothing compared to his inspiring dedication to the team event and over coming anything to be there on the start line. So I laughed at the wall in true Bradlian style and carried on.
Another mile passed and my neighbour, a doctor, looked at me with a worried smile and offered me a lift, never I cried! He followed me for a while but the back log of traffic embarrased him to leave me. Then with a mile to go I hit the hill that leads home, wow that was hard, my throbbing toe had extended to my body, shivering, sweating and staggering I made it up the hill and then home.
9.5 miles complete a triumph of determination over ability and a loss of 6lb's during the run. I was monitoring the time on my nano with the stopwatch function, but the nano, however, was not so happy, it’s the old rectangular one not the newer square one, I’ve struggled to find a holder for it, so I threw it in my leggings but 9 miles of sweat appears to have shorted it, it stopped at 1Hr 26Min but I’ve no idea where that was, somewhere round the wall I guess, still I hope a spell on the radiator will work wonders. For the record I think it was about 1Hr 40Min.
The rest of the week, so far, has been a write off, work work work!
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