Running under the influence


I'm one run short this week. I went for a run on Monday morning and then I had to put my essay head on for an assignment that was due on Wednesday night.

I went for my swim on Thursday and I really loved it. The pool was even quieter this week and I had a go at the breathing thing that I was on about in my last post. I managed a few strokes doing proper breathing, so I'll keep working on that.


I volunteered at parkrun yesterday and oh my word, it was an absolute mud bath. Parts of the course were like Willy Wonka's chocolate river. People slipped, people fell, and a couple of parkrunners stopped halfway round. I can't say I blame them. There's no way I would run in conditions like that. Walking in it was tricky enough.

This is my 'absolute disgust at mud' face

My (suspected) endometriosis has been playing up more than normal in the past couple of weeks and I've been in quite a bit of pain. Ibuprofen sort of takes the edge off (a bit) but the only thing that really helps it is co-codamol, but I don't like to take it that often as it makes me very drowsy and my head goes all floaty and weird. So bearing that in mind, what kind of dickhead would take some co-codamol as a last-ditch I-cannot-bear-this-pain-any-more-please-just-go-away-for-a-bit measure, forget the whole woozymaking side effect thing and then head out for a run? That'll be the me kind of dickhead.


I went out this morning knowing that I wouldn't manage a 10km run because of the aforementioned womanly troubles, so I planned to do a 5 or 6km run. The co-codamol had worked its magic and I had no pain (ah, the sweet relief) but two kilometres in the drowsiness hit me. All of a sudden every bit of me felt so very tired. I felt like Jabba the Hutt slithering through golden syrup. My legs were heavy, and so were my arms, and even my ponytail felt like it was swishing in slow motion. It was the most bizarre feeling, like my brain was a third of a second behind the autopilot movements my body was making. My brain knew I was going slow so I tried extra hard to speed up but this took so much effort it knackered me even more. I decided to stop at 5km and I began my walk home. I was overcome with tiredness and I was as red as a tomato and drenched with sweat. I did a short cool down when I got in, had a shower and then collapsed on the sofa. I'm absolutely fine now but I will never run under the influence of co-codamol again.

Running Tune of the Week
Electricity by David Brent and Foregone Conclusion

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