I might have thought I could manage more than a week without crashing, but sadly that hope was not realised
This week started really well. Monday – New Year’s Day – was a rest day, which I enjoyed to the full.
Tuesday was less cold than it had been, and the relative warmth beckoned. Having been indoors for ages, pleasantly imprisoned in a centrally-heated space, it was a delight to be able to get outside and get some chill and some rain on my skin.
The run itself was a pleasant 3.4 miles, I really enjoyed it.
Map of the route “Week 2 – Crash”: 5,505 m, 69 m of climbing and 70 m of descent, elevation between 68 m and 110 m, time 00:34:11. It is a loop that starts and ends at 55.97661, -3.71567 (latitude, longitude).
Max elevation: 110 m
Min elevation: 68 m
Wednesday saw me back at work, and I had a five miler to do. So after work I went up onto the canal towpath, and very quickly learned that I need a headlamp.
I had an illuminated belt, which is great. But I had nothing to help me see where I was going, and that led to a close shave. Why do bollards have to be so hard?
Map of the route “Week 2 – Crash”: 8,484 m, 96 m of climbing and 101 m of descent, elevation between 52 m and 79 m, time 00:53:30. It starts at 55.98375, -3.58046 and ends at 55.98525, -3.58293 (latitude, longitude).
Max elevation: 79 m
Min elevation: 52 m
Then Thursday came. I was in work all day, but a cold was building up in my chest. I read various sources, all of which recommended that you do not try to run when the cold is below the neck. So, I didn’t run.
Later on that evening, I was absolutely frozen. I went to bed early, and woke late on Friday morning. I could barely get out of bed. Saturday was hardly any better, and there was no way I could run on Sunday.
And so that’s it – two weeks in and I’ve already missed half a week. And this cold is showing no signs of shifting. I am not impressed…
