30-04-2018, 10:19 AM
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Re: Post your daily exercise routine
Five miles is not poultry Surfermom....
...I think us runners sometimes get complacent about the distances we run, and it's only when we experience a layoff through injury, or converse with a sedentary friend do we realise how far are the distances that we take for granted...
As for 'the dust' I suspect that had we run the six miles together yesterday, you would have arrived home, showered, washed and dried your hair and enjoyed a cup of coffee, in the time it took me to wobble round the 10k route....
...And I would suggest that should I ever have the privilege of accompanying you on such a run, you would be well advised to bring with you a good book to read, to pass the time while waiting for me at the finish...
You made me laugh with the bit about being 'dead or attending a witness protection program'
....Tis surprising how some friends we meet throughout our lives and assume will be part of our lives forever, seem to sink into the quicksands of time and disappear, never to be seen again. Or an unlikely meeting in a supermarket years later and you can't for the life of you remember their name...
...Face looks familiar though. And it's even worse when they remember
your name.....
Anyway, back to business....
Although my piriformis ached and siffened up after my six mile outing yesterday, I don't think it was any worse than if I hadn't run...
...Lifting, bending and twisting while stripping out the kitchen seems to aggravate it more than running...or am I just in denial?..
It aches quite a bit when rising in the mornings, but seems to wear off once I get moving.
Anyway, it didn't stop me from going out on an interesting three mile walk that I devised last Friday. Armed with my trusty GPS I walked the mile down the deserted muddy lane at the end of our road, and with little rain recently it had dried out a treat, that meant, no need to clean my shoes afterwards....
Then it was down a good path alongside a planted field (goodness knows what's growing in there) and into a wood of silver birch....
I never feel as far away from the human race as I do when walking (or running) through a nice thick wood. Bluebells sprouted up through the remains of last Autumn's leaves, and Hawthorne bushes at the perimeter of the wood were sporting fresh vivid green jackets, and in the shady reaches under the trees, Ferns were shaking off the soil and reaching for the limited daylight...
By the time I exited the wood I had covered two miles. I have strayed into popular dog walking territory now and had to cast out one or two good mornings to smiling walkers with happy hounds, but it was early and they were few and far between. Although the weather was fine and little possibility of rain, the wind was cruel, not fierce, but freezing cold as it embraced my bare legs and face making the ten degrees C seem much colder.
I was back on the lane now, and with not a soul in sight, once again alone with my thoughts. I strode out at a brisk pace with just a hint of discomfort from my annoying piriformis, and wishing I had worn a hat....
...But I've enjoyed this oasis of freedom and catch up with mother nature so much, I shall try to include this walk on all of my non-running days....Perhaps it will help to reduce the size of my expanding girth....