A Bad Tempered And Sweaty 5 Mile Run At Noon. 10:32 Min/Mile Pace. Getting Slower!
It’s inexplicable sometimes how one day a run can be so easy, yet the next so insanely difficult.
That was the case today on my 5 mile run where I spent the last half mile huffing-and-puffing and silently cursing any bastards who shared the sidewalk with me.
The sweat-soaked shirt made my chest feel prickly and this made me even more irritable. I thought I was gonna lose it and end up feasting on some passer-bys face.
I kept it together and finished with a final pace of 10:32 min/mile and a distance of 5 miles.
It was one of those runs where I had to run around in circles to make up the 5 mile total. I’d have never been able to forgive myself if I ran a 4.99 miler.
My internal perfectionist would have rounded it down to 4 miles.
The last 0.01 mile seemed to take forever. My face rapt in attention towards my Forerunner. I would have been deserving of a trip given my poor etiquette.
When I got home, an elderly neighbour asked where I’d been. My instinct was to bare my teeth at her, growl or yelp and then let out a bark in her general direction. I kept all feral notions at bay for 27 seconds, when I ran upstairs, pissed out the window whilst bellowing “nice day for watering the flowers, eh?” after her.
That last sentence was a lie.
Anyway I’ll try to get in a run tomorrow. It’s unlikely that I’ll get a run in on Thursday as it’s a public holiday here and there’s a parade going on through town. Last time I tried running through a parade I got mocked by a bunch of grannies.
So I will be resting, so I will.