Day 26.....

Posted on: 01 Jun 2018

May 23rd. Day 28.

It’s 5:30am. Alarm goes off. Again. I am not ready for it this morning. Not ready at all. 5 minutes later, 2nd alarm. If I didn’t have to get up to turn it off, I would have, but I don’t wanna get up. Why did I choose to put it the other side of the room so that I’d have to get out of bed? It stops after a minute anyway. It’s a minute I’d rather endure than have to get up.

Been a tough few days. Been a rough few nights. I think I’ve reached my limit. I could quite honestly just sleep and not even bother going to work today. That’s not like me. I don’t like missing a days work. Can’t afford to miss a days work.

I can’t thank her enough for what she did this morning, but Clair got me up out of bed with the promise that she would run my mile with me today. She did that for me. What did I ever do to deserve love and support like that? I can’t repay it. I’ll never be quite a good enough man to be the man that she deserves. I hope she knows how much I appreciate it. I hope she feels back from me how much it means.

 

May 25th. Day 30.

Of all days so far, this was always the one most likely to bring this run streak to an end. An earlier start than usual in the morning, bus from work to Pen-y-Pass, so that 22 of my colleagues and I could walk up Snowdon on a fundraiser for Nightingale House. 

The night previous turned out to be the single most stressful night I have experienced in my entire relationship with Clair too. Not at all conducive to getting a run done. It was even more stressful for Clair, she ended up in hospital 😩. Kidney infection as it turned out.

Anyways, after Snowdon, after visiting the hospital, after I really wasn’t sure how much work my ankle / foot could take, I ran my mile eventually at 9pm. It was easy. It was fine. It wasn’t as good as it would have been to get it done in the morning. I want to do a parkrun tomorrow.

 

May 26th. Day 31.

Achilles is sore this morning. It’s a sign that yesterday was just that little bit too much, and that I haven’t had enough time to recover. I have to run today though. Absolutely must. This is Day 31. Pick a month, any month, and today, I will have run every day for the equivalent of it. Thanks to my (not so) wonderful stomach, arrived at parkrun just as they were setting off. Start from the back then. Gave it everything I’ve got. I don’t know how I found it but I even found a short sprint finish when I heard someone I’d overtaken come back at me near the end. 22:43 is the truth of where I’m at. Not happy with that result. Really was everything I had too. Struggled to walk back to the car I was that spent.

 

May 27th. Day 32.

Toughest run yet. Contender for being the hardest run I’ve done in my life. 6:30pm before I got out, but, Clair is back home from the hospital 😊. Off of the drip in one bed and back home in bed with the other - me 😃. Only about a mile and half this run, but my legs were so heavy, and literally every few seconds I just wanted to stop. Legs not in it. Head not in it. Heart not in it. Somewhere along the way though I decided that to keep this going until my birthday at least is my next goal.

 

May 31st. Day 36.

Yesterday I did the first bit of speedwork I’ve done in a long while. Without the benefits of living up in the hills, it’s going to be a bit more important than it ever was before. Achilles didn’t like it, but it didn’t half wake me up.

Today, well today is the day this little run streak has been all about, today is the day I have proved to myself beyond doubt, that I can stay committed, that I can set my mind on a task and do something about it every day. 

1.21 miles, 9 minutes and 58 seconds, pace of 8:14.

Some days I’ve run a little bit more, some days I’ve not run quite as far as that. Everyday I have got out and run though. Not one of those days has been easy. Not a single solitary one. 

I very much doubt that I will ever be the runner that I was before. Too many injuries, too much damage. Even as I type this now that horrible fizzing sensation that lingered in my knee after Whernside beat it up, is back and it’s back with a vengeance.

I was nervous of running today because of the pain in my achilles on the other side. My foot still hurts. My ankle still ain’t right. The ache around the crease of my arse cheek that has been there since my first Stretton Skyline, 3 maybe 4 years ago now, refuses to go away. And I am ageing, I feel myself ageing. The varicose veins in my right shin bulge with an ever increasing circumference, and that leg is always feeling tired, fatigued.

Nothing is going right in the body. But you know what, the mind is getting stronger. I can feel it every day.

 

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