Yes, you read right. It’s Tuesday after Sunday, my long run day. I was astonished to wake up on Monday morning and still be able to walk. I was expecting for my sorry legs to have locked up, but I was benefitting from an amateur massage performed by my Semi Silent Coach, henceforth known as ‘Magic Hands Hollis’.
We went for a lovely long walk yesterday along the beach at Kippford, further along the Solway Coast and, apart from feeling tired when we got home, I felt great.
Today I was faced with a run consisting of intervals. Once I started I realised how tired my little legs were, so I listened to my body and turned the pace down a little. Not by much, but enough to make the run achievable. I also cut the run slightly short because I started to run out of energy.
Once thing is certain, this time round I’ve learned that my body knows better how I am feeling than my head does. When it is tired, I slow down. When it is strong, I push it on.
I think I’m starting to become a real runner at last.