So Janathon 2012 is now three whole days in and things have started to twist my mind.
It seems a lot more than just three runs already and, despite my legs feeling fresh and reasonable all day, a few running paces and they start talking of nasty things. My light gliding motion of normality (ahem) has been replaced by a heavy, jarring slap of shoe on tarmac. The spring from my calf has turned to jolt of something wooden being pogo’d onto an anvil.
And that’s after just three little runs. I am a lightweight.
But it was an enjoyable run of just over 2 miles tonight. All the worst wind of the day has passed and the rain avoided me too (tales of my being too skinny for the rain to touch me aren’t true yet…that’ll be the end of the month). It was a simple, pathetically short 2 mile outing. With aches aplenty and wonder of how many miles until things, as they usually do, feel better…and how many runs after that until I get injured!
Returning home, however, produced a need to exercise more. So I popped into the conservatory and pressed my torso on and off the floor a couple of hundred times, sat up and lay back down a few score more and threw some weights towards the ceiling in various fashions for 25 odd minutes until I decided I’d done enough.
And now it’s time to do some more ironiong, make tomorrow’s lunch, drink coffee and sleep.
Hey, ho. Let’s go.
147 runs, 99 exercises and 50 cycles to go.
