I find it strange that things always look so much further away when you take a photo of them.
I also tried to take a shot of some fluffy baby ducks but as soon as I got my phone out to get all happy-snappy the mother duck started freaking out and went straight for me. Duck needs to take a chill pill. Probably thought I was going to eat its children. And I may have. Fluffy baby ducks looked pretty damn tasty.
The run itself was uneventful. I’m getting back into the swing of the long runs, not really feeling any discomfort due to the increased distance. Now the boredom starts to sink in, unless I entertain myself some other way. Does this mean I’m not pushing myself hard enough? I’m just trying to avoid heat exhaustion, dehydration and all the other wonderful things that come along with running at this time of year. I only drink water on these runs and I get pretty sweaty, so there might already be some electrolyte loss. Especially considering what happened later in the day.
After my run I had a big breakfast of eggs, bacon, crumpets and a pop tart. Long long runs = mucho food = bliss.
Now, complications. I went for a swim pretty much as soon as I’d eaten my breakfast because it was a really hot morning. I went down to CISAC, which is pretty good. They’ve got a nice 50m pool there, and it’s not too far from home. Six hundred metres in, I had an encounter with my old friend Leg Cramp. Now, this could be because of the electrolyte loss from earlier, or simply from muscle fatigue due to the run and my bad swimming. If I thought I ran badly, my swimming is like 1000 times worse. Children watch me in horror and turn to their mothers, shrieking “Mummy, that girl is drowning!” Or, “Mummy, is there something wrong with her legs?” and this is on a GOOD day. This was not a good day. I was halfway through my 13th lap and both legs completely seized up, bending double underneath me. I had to swim to the other side of the pool with no legs, avoiding splashy freestyle guy in my lane who kept trying to overtake me despite there being two sparsely populated lanes for medium-speed swimming and only one slow lane. Which I was in. Life in the slow lane, that’s me.
Out of this, I took the comforting assurance that if I really were to drown, the lifeguards would probably just stare at me in a bored fashion as they had when I was all cramped up and struggling to stay above the water.
Later on in the day, I went to get a deep tissue massage. This had seemed like a great idea earlier in the week, but this woman was BRUTAL. She had elbows of iron, and by the sounds of it she was either really exerting herself while working me over, or she was enjoying herself a bit too much. She tortured my back for what seemed like a lifetime, and even though I knew it would hurt when she got to my calves, I had no idea just how much.
Yeah. I like deep tissue massage. Nothing like a bit of whimpering agony to liven up my day.
Now after dancing today, my legs feel odd. Rubbery. Jelly-like. I know I have to run tomorrow, but I’m hoping they’ve fixed themselves up by then.
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