Every time I go out running I learn something. Every single time. I start to wonder each time I put on my Adidas “what light bulb will go on this time?”. Today’s lesson: Don’t Get Cocky.
Last Sunday I ran 9km and thought I had this running thing all figured out. I felt great. I decided to start running 3 days a week, but to keep the week days really minimal. Wednesday I ran 2.5km. Friday I ran 2.5km. I felt fine. No problems at all. I was really feeling like today’s goal of 10km would also be doable without a problem.
Of course that’s when you get hit from behind by that person who keeps you humble. As I wrote just a little earlier, it rained most of today so I didn’t put on the running shoes until 3pm. The rain stopped and I figured it was now or never.
I also thought that I didn’t need to bike over to Sloterplas – I would RUN there instead and run around the park and then run back home. That should be about 10km.
Immediately I realized that that wouldn’t work. I had to warm up first. I did a brisk walk from home to the park for my warm up. I needed that much time just to feel at all like running.
When I got to the park I started running my usual route. After only 2km I stopped to walk. My legs ached. My hips ached. I could barely move. Damn. This was not the sharp pain of shin splints – I seem to be over that stage at least. This was just overall aching in my calves and knees and butt and hips. This was the result of doing too much too soon.
I managed to make it through 7.5 long km’s today, but I walked 1/3 of them. It was humbling. It was a setback. It was certainly a learning experience. I learned today that I can’t continue to increase my weekend long run AND start running more days per week. Lesson learned. Won’t do it again.
On a lighter note: How do you know when you are a real runner?
When you have already moved your bowels that day but during your run you suddenly, out of the blue, have this huge urge to take a crap. This has never happened to me before. I only read about these things happening and you see it on tv when runners suddenly dive into a porta-potty. Today at 6.5km this hit me. At 6.75km I decided I’d better stop running and just walk because my sphincter isn’t THAT strong! I made it home ok and took care of business. Sheesh.