{"id":255,"date":"2016-03-07T23:28:06","date_gmt":"2016-03-07T23:28:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/runspoonsrun.co.uk\/?p=255"},"modified":"2016-03-08T12:16:03","modified_gmt":"2016-03-08T12:16:03","slug":"7316-take-it-easy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/runspoonsrun.co.uk\/?p=255","title":{"rendered":"7\/3\/16 &#8211; Take it Easy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>For the first time since our training started in earnest, our weekly long run mileage plan dropped down: from 15 miles to just 6 miles (or 10k).\u00a0This seemed a little bit too much of backward step to me.<\/p>\n<p>With a jump back to 18 miles next Sunday and with the excesses of my birthday still lingering, I had a plan to keep the intensity of midweek training sessions high following Tuesday&#8217;s rest day. There wouldn&#8217;t be much chance to train at the weekend, due to another trip, so I was keen to put a shift in.\u00a0Like most of my best laid plans, it didn&#8217;t quite work out as planned.<\/p>\n<p>We got back from the frozen Norf\u00a0at 4am on Wednesday, but I still hoped to get out for a gym and swim session. However during the trip up on Tuesday afternoon, I began to experience some weird sharp pain inside my\u00a0left\u00a0abdomen, like a twinge in the kidney. I thought it was maybe indigestion or wind: a side effect\u00a0of a weekend of rich food and an unaccustomed amount of booze.<\/p>\n<p>Using my tried and trusted method of &#8216;ignore it and it&#8217;ll go away&#8217;, I was pretty sure it \u00a0would go off eventually and for a while it did, but throughout the evening it would return\u00a0intermittently. Compared to the massive pain in the arse that Sunderland&#8217;s late equaliser proved to be, it was small beer and\u00a0I thought it would disappear after a night&#8217;s, err, morning&#8217;s sleep.<\/p>\n<p>It didn&#8217;t. As\u00a0Wesnesday\u00a0wore on, the pain kept coming and going. I began to feel worse, nauseous and liverish: GSF (General Sh**ty Feeling) as we used to call it at work. \u00a0I decided, on balance, not to risk a exercise session.<\/p>\n<p>On Thursday morning, the pain was still grumbling away as I woke, so I got an emergency Doctor&#8217;s appointment and began to imagine the worst about my Marathon place. I decided to walk to the Surgery, to get some exercise at least. However by the time I got there, I was feeling truly dreadful: sweaty and aching. That said, the kidney pain stopped the second\u00a0the appointment was booked (and as I type hasn&#8217;t returned) &#8211; bloody typical.<\/p>\n<p>Blood pressure and temperature appeared to be in the normal range and the Doctor felt it was most likely just an small infection. Blood tests were done and I was told that if it showed there\u00a0was any likelihood of kidney stones, they&#8217;d whip me in straight away. \u00a0I&#8217;m typing this from home, thus no call ever came. I was also sent for an urgent Ultrasound, but that request came with a roll of the eyes from the Receptionist and promise to call if they had a cancellation. A letter turned up a couple of days later with an appointment of 7th April. Sadly, I guess that what passes as urgent in the NHS these days, but I digress&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Other than the mile walk, Thursday was another exercise washout, I couldn&#8217;t even bring myself to swing my home weights around. After a sweaty, troubled night sleep I woke on Friday, feeling a bit better. By lunchtime, I decided to accompany Sue on an easy 5K run. It was just what the doctor didn&#8217;t order, but a steady trundle round the classic course in 36:00 was just what I\u00a0needed.<\/p>\n<p>On Saturday, I headed out to Germany with Rob. Not ideal given my health circumstances, but this was a real &#8216;can&#8217;t miss&#8217; game. Thanks to Marc, I was lucky enough to get tickets to Der Klassiker: Borussia Dortmund v Bayern Munich. As well as being my Marathon Guru and one of my best buddies, Marc is a Senior\u00a0TV Marketeer, who promotes\u00a0the Bundesliga worldwide. As much as I intended to take it a bit easy, the usual German excesses took place involving a lot of beers and distinctly unhealthy snackage, all compressed into a 24 hour trip as we had to dash\u00a0back for Palace v Liverpool on Sunday Lunchtime&#8230; well, at least the Dortmund\u00a0game was a wonderful experience.<\/p>\n<p>And so to the 10K run today. After a good night&#8217;s rest I was feeling well up for it. It was good to run without gels or a water bottle again and I even dragged on the headphones for a rare outing. After a false start, due to needing a warmer top, I set off at a much brisker pace than recent runs. It was a pace I was largely able to up for the entire route.<\/p>\n<p>My legs and lungs seemed to working efficiently, if curiously independently of each other. When I decided to put on a little spurt &#8211; crossing roads and small inclines &#8211; my lungs continued their steady unlaboured breathing as my legs moved up a gear. Oh, why can&#8217;t running always feel this effortless?<\/p>\n<p>I ran without needing to look at my watch, so was delighted\u00a0when I clocked in at 1:04:30 for 10K &#8211; my fastest non-race time at that distance. However, then Sue went out a couple of hours later on the same course and did her best ever time for a 10K\u00a0(1:11:21). That&#8217;s two PB&#8217;s at 5 &amp; 10k in a fortnight for her. As pleased as I was for her, it rather took the gloss off my own strong run.<\/p>\n<p>Looks like I&#8217;m going to have to get used to being eclipsed by the missus.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For the first time since our training started in earnest, our weekly long run mileage plan dropped down: from 15<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-255","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-london2016"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/runspoonsrun.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/255","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/runspoonsrun.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/runspoonsrun.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/runspoonsrun.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/runspoonsrun.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=255"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/runspoonsrun.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/255\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":260,"href":"https:\/\/runspoonsrun.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/255\/revisions\/260"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/runspoonsrun.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=255"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/runspoonsrun.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=255"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/runspoonsrun.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=255"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}