Week 1 – Day 7
I made it through the first week of training with no injuries, cheating or meltdowns (from the running, not from my everyday life). Whoop whoop! I felt slightly more fit than I did after the first run when I actually read the training programme carefully and realised that it wasn’t 1 min walk, 2 mins run, but the other way around. I felt stupid for not reading the instructions properly and at the same time a little bit smug for being (slightly) ahead of the game.
It has been unseasonably cool this weekend, to the point where FBS (first born son) and SBS (second born son) staged a protest at swimming lessons, getting out of the pool after 20 mins and lying in the sun whilst shivering because they were ‘soooooo cold’. The temperature dial may have dipped to the early 20s (Celsius), so for them it was as if I had asked them to chip a hole in an icy lake in the Artic Circle and dive in naked. They spent the rest of the day in joggers and fleeces ‘warming up’ whilst the cruise-shippers gallivanted on the beach in bikinis and budgie-smugglers.
But, the cool means that running is much easier – and it means I can bust out my fab psychedelic long leggings. Mornings are still the best time, but it is pitch black, with limited streetlights and so feels a bit like I am running in my own action movie (but dodging potholes and crazy drivers rather than bullets). I am so not a morning person, but the Caribbean weather has turned me into one, squeezing in my exercise during the wee hours whilst everyone else is snuggled in bed, before starting work.
However, my regime was thwarted this Saturday for my long run (5km) when FBS threw a level 10 tantrum in the morning, which meant I was housebound until it was too late. But, as the sun ducked behind the clouds in the late afternoon I ventured out, and it was glorious. Obviously every bit of me creaked and I couldn’t breathe for the first 20 mins or so, but then I actually started to enjoy it….wonders will never cease.
