Sore

According to an Amateur Runners website I found, the first run you do when you start training is always the hardest… I bloody well hope so, because if I feel like this every time I run I’ll be killing myself by Hallowe’en.  I think I got 50 yards before my ankles hurt and my thighs were burning.  “Ninety per cent of the pain is in your head” I was told. Well my head felt ok but the other ninety per cent of my body was in agony.
Next time I suppose I should be sensible and warm up, and stretch, and take it easy, and warm down, and stretch again. Or stay in bed…

Philippa is very supportive, as always. She wants to know when the Hell I’m going to fit in running around the packing, and cleaning, and dusting, and cleaning, and hoovering, and cleaning that we have to do before we move out next month.  I said “Why are you complaining? You’ve been on at me for ages about exercising more..”
She said “I wanted you to play BADMINTON with me, not ruin your knees running in shit trainers”
She doesn’t swear very often, so I knew she felt quite strongly and I didn’t want an argument, so I shut up at that point and made her a cup of tea.

Actually, thinking about it, she only ’doesn’t swear’ in her general life; when she’s talking to me she swears like a trooper.  

RC 3-10-13