I felt great after my 2.1km run last week. The aftermath, however, was strange. For the first two days following the run my quads were sore. I hadn’t been sore since the first week I started running but I suppose it was to be expected. On the third day was when the strangeness began. I woke up just before 8am as usual but I as I rose I felt sluggish and my whole body ached. I slept in a bit (which threw my study schedule off) but I didn’t feel any better when I woke up around 10. Throughout the day I felt head-achy and generally unwell. This continued for about two to three days so I stayed in instead of running. I still cannot figure out what was wrong with me it was just a general feeling of malaise.
Unnamed illness combined with the loss of my beloved running partner/study buddy to the dastardly organization “summer camp” kept me from running for a full week (also a factor: July 4th excess). Today I ran for the first time in a week and it was great! I found it incredibly tiring but I completed the full 2.3km route I mapped! The last 0.5km was the hardest and I did need to use my inhaler once during my cool down walk immediately after I stopped running. I probably could have managed without it but I was very tired and my breathing was labored. I just wanted to feel better faster. All in all a success.
5km here I come!
This morning I set out for a run that would push my limits the hardest yet. The track: around my neighborhood, along a winding road and back. The distance: 2.30km (1.43mi). As I planned my journey to the brink and back I was excited…and scared, very scared. I took two puffs of my fasting acting inhaler just in case and did my regular stretches for just a bit longer.
I got less than half way when I could feel a cramp setting in, my breathing becoming labored, my shoulders hurting and my quads getting sore. I pushed on. About two thirds of the way I cried mercy and it took everything not to stop. I told my self I would make it just a few more steps, then a few more. I felt like dropping but I knew that if I stopped this “track” would be an asymptote to my progress. Sorry for the calculus reference ^_^. It would be a barrier to my progress that I would find too daunting to surmount.
I pressed on, but like always I paid attention to my body. Even though my mind as keeping me going my body was tired but not at the breaking point. If it was I would have stopped–there is a thin line between perseverance and stress injury and I have no desire to cross it. My little sister stopped about 7/8 of the way, which surprised me but I kept pushing. When I kept running she pushed on and joined me. I finally stopped at the top of my block. I had gone 2.12km (1.31mi). I was tired but I felt great! I am just shy of half way to my goal of 5km! I think I might need to take two rest days but I’m excited about my progress. In less than a month I have gone from 0 to 2.12km.