Groggy is a word often used to describe the after-effects of booze but in this instance I wish to use it to describe the after-effects of a hilly off-road running race. You might observe that yesterday I took part in such as event and today I feel broken, tired and more broken. BUT, I did get out for a run.
It didn’t start well, my legs felt like acid was coursing through my veins on the first ‘hill’ – which is actually a minor incline. Followed by the euphoria of running downhill and my legs coming to life. A quick glance at my timepiece suggested I was barely moving. Almost everything was protesting at being thrust into the cold and forced to attempt to run…then it happened. At about 3 miles, everything switched back on; lungs felt OK, legs felt OK, the fog of tiredness that had hung around all day lifted and I was off (but still moving slowly). I hear the calls of ‘that is the beauty of running’, but there was nothing beautiful about me tonight. At each bailout point I took the longer option and arrived back home feeling quite a bit better and having covered another 8 miles.