Reaching for the Sky

 

Okay JCR – today is the last run of Week 3 on C25K, now we start upping the ante.

But of course, I have to take it slowly and whilst I may want to reach for the sky metaphorically and take things apace, I mustn’t. And so I keep my feet firmly planted on the ground and grind out the run. It’s not too strenuous an effort, but my hip twinges and despite the weird physio routine, things aren’t loosening up. But I feel the routine coming back to me and the desire to start overtaking, which in the days of social distancing I don’t do, unless I can steer a very wide berth.

Whilst I’m sure I’m healthy and not full of Coronavirus, I don’t know for sure that I’m not one of those superspreaders who are asymptomatic. What I do know is I’m rapidly becoming a super fridge opener – one of the downsides of being confined to barracks with one living space and a fridge that whispers sweet nothings all through the day…

Yesterday I ignored the two slices of cheesecake in the fridge and gnawed on two sticks of celery instead. It has to be said I felt virtuous, until we hit the crisps later on.

After a healthyish light breakfast I set out, for my final Week 3 run, Mr Smooth caressing the airwaves with enthusiasm and encouragement. Listening to my famous names play list, I was running to Norman Bates by Landscape, when I spotted the people in the pic. It’s 24 degrees and she was wearing a fake fur jacket, blimey I don’t know how she managed it. I was in shorts and a running vest and that was warm, I think I would have melted into a puddle if I’d been wearing that jacket.

The City was quiet as usual and the pace was nice and easy. Finding shade also not too bad, as with all the skyscrapers invariably one can find a shady spot.

The run/walk intervals make it easy to keep a nice slow steady pace, and Mr Smooth tells me not to bounce as it wastes energy – with my new camouflage front loader, there’s absolutely no wobble going on. But it did prove to be a strength test first thing, me versus lycra and elastic combination in the frontloader, and I’ve pulled a muscle in my right arm, so the bra did bite back.

On my warm down walk, I came across the crane in South Place, opposite my old office and marvelled at the precision of the crane driver, he was moving stuff to the top storey and it was like engineering ballet. Fair play to him and his workmates – they were all socially distancing. With him about 100 feet in the air, it was a bit easier for him than them.

That’s nine runs done and for anyone wondering, it’s becoming mildly addictive again. The usual post-run physio beckoned.

Next week with the run intervals increasing, I think I have to up the reps on my physio routine. Oh joy, I feel a plonker doing it anyway, but needs must.

  • Pelvic Thrusting a la Rocky Horror
  • Hip Flexor Thingies – involving a leg weight and velcro
  • Clams
  • Squatting
  • Bridges – pelvic thrusts without the thrusting
  • Constipated crab walking
  • Touching toes – well I got closer to them today – enough to see my nail varnish needs tidying up

Stats

3.8km run/walk

1 fur jacket seen

I crane in the sky

Music

Famous Names Playlist

 

 

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