Unlucky for some? Yes and no. Lucky in that I went for a run, a long run – my longest run in fact! A 9k run to be exact, though to be more accurate I would say it was an 8k run with a kilometre plod attached. The unlucky part is I felt like I’d been hit by a bus! A bus full of fat people travelling at 100mph.
I think I knew halfway in that I was pretty much goosed, but it made no odds in terms of distance to the finish for me to turn round; so I figured I’d just keep going. My legs were the problem – my thighs were burning and they just felt like lead. After 5k I paused my Nike Plus and shook my legs about to loosen things up, a very attractive sight I can assure you. I couldn’t avoid the inevitable any longer, so I restarted. My shaking about hadn’t improved things, and there was a lot more walking than running done; which was a bit irritating. Hey ho, still, I made it home intact. The last kilometre was a fairly slow walk, but I didn’t care. The 8k I had completed was a minute faster than last weeks 8k – progress, albeit painful.
I don’t fancy running tomorrow, I shall perhaps cycle / crosstrainer it in the gym instead. My legs may actually explode.