A brief update, as I am attempting to write this on my phone, sat in the car whilst Madam is at training. It could all go horribly wrong. (Phil please can I be excused any typo’s and grammar errors just this once please, under the circumstances?)
Last night saw the return of me and my hi vis baseball cap, to running club. The beginners have moved on to a 5k to 10k training plan, perfect for the partly injured returning to running runner.
First came the warm up. We were asked to jog slowly around a rectangle marked by cones. I pointed out that running around anything other than a circle was impossible, mutterings of ‘why did you come back?’ could be heard for the first time but not for the last time!
Then our leader (I do refer to him as something else, but won’t use that here, suffice to say I am tempted to salute and click my heels!) asked for star jumps, hops, bending to the floor, sprinting etc thank goodness I had a sick note, jumping not only dangerous for my ankle but my bladder too!
At last it was on to the run. The plan was 15 mins out, at the whistle turnaround and go back aiming to arrive at the end at 30 mins. The route was along, down, up, up, up, then more bloody up (blow that dam whistle) up, down, turnaround, weeeeeeeeeeeee, up along back. My partner and I arrived 20 seconds ahead of schedule which was pretty good going actually. As was the almost 3 miles covered with average pace of 10 min ish, not bad for an old injured runner!
God it was good to be back, hope everyone felt the same, but somehow I doubt it!
Heel lifts, I love you.