Having decided to try and go for a run on Tuesday, I subsequently decided I’d give it a couple of days longer.
So this morning I was discussing it with Jogblog, saying I was going to walk up the road to the fields, run half a mile and then walk back, when she suggested something else.
Knowing i’d be looking daft walking in running kit, jogging a bit, then walking home, I wondered if I should wear casual shorts instead. But jogging in casual shorts is even dodgier looking.
The result was possibly even worse.
The inaugral Kingsnorth half mile has now been completed.
I decided my start up run would be a gentle off road half a mile with a rest day to ensure no niggling pains return to catch me out. A bit of soreness crept in yesterday when I caught myself after an abrupt slide on some wet clay on site, so nervousness at my fragility is still a worry and kept me true to my word.
Half a mile.
Around the garden.
In casual shorts and running trainers.
I started out the back, did a lap of the rear garden, looped into the front, lapped that and repeated in a figure of eight. There’s a slippery stone at the rear gate entrance but I didn’t fancy a detour around the garage to the other gate, so persevered carefully and only had to cross it three times anyway.
3 and a half laps rounded my half mile out right at the conservatory door, only the postman saw me, noone laughed and my first run is complete.
It hardly matters but I was horribly puffing with unfitness, the pace was 8.36 average (with 18 sharp corners and 4 sets of steps I guess I shouldn’t even consider this bit!) and I’ve one hell of a struggle ahead of me to get anywhere near 7 minute miles for 10k that is my immediate target.
Just being out there, not hurting, ready for a proper run if no pain arrives over the next 36 hours somehow seems reward enough at this stage. But let’s see how quickly I can recover my fitness as a near 40 year old who might otherwise be looking for a set of slippers, a pipe and a smoking jacket…