Holy cow was I tired when I arrived home this afternoon, who am I kidding, I was tired well before I ever arrived home. I was a weary, lethargic soul desperately in need of some sleep, rest and perhaps a cold beer. My hair even hurt, and that is saying something given that on Tuesday I received a haircut (#5 on top and #2 on the sides).
Thinking back, I don’t know how I ever made it out of the house. I wanted to go for a run but if there was ever a day in the last month/year that I was clearly tired and would’ve benefited from rest this was it!
Alas, like the creature of habit I am, and forever will be, I put on some old ratty faded blue shorts, leaving my favourite running shirt on the shelf, and headed out to bask in the heat! Ah, this reminds me of a quote I found earlier this year, you know the one, “Out of the silver heat mirage he ran. The sky burned, and under him, the paving was a black mirror reflecting sun-fire. Sweat sprayed his skin with each foot strike so that he ran in a hot mist of his own creation. With each slap on the softened asphalt, his soles absorbed heat that rose through his arches and ankles and the stems of his shins. It was a carnival of pain, but he loved each stride because running distilled him to his essence and the heat hastened this distillation."
- James Tabor, from "The Runner," a short story
Despite expecting a carnival of pain, I surprised myself and although I did experience a parade of hurt, it was a welcomed hurt. The sort of hurt that reinforces the fact that you’re not fit, but still allows you to carry on… where you’ve paid your dues and slowly, painfully, you’re allowed to reap the rewards.
Bring on the heat!
Wednesday: easy 42:38 with 6x strides
Thursday: 1:02:05 with 2x 6’ HMP, 2x 3’ 10k pace and 4x strides