First of the winter fogs
Monday, 9. November 2009, 17:39:23
The valley was shrouded in fog for most of the morning and I simply didn't feel up to pitting my weak lungs against the cold moist air. Even when the thermometer reads 4.5 degree here on the hill it can easy by close to freezing at the bottom of the hill by the river where I choose to run. Cold air sinks.
An hour of inhaling freezing water vapour....no thanks.
So instead I worked all morning and ventured out for a lunchtime run. By 1pm the sun had burned off most of the mist but it was still cold and damp. The river-side path was still soaking wet from the weekend rains and so for most of the run I had to constantly adjust my pace, pigeon-stepping the short gaps between puddles before launching into big strides over the larger pools. A weekend feeling the effects of my allergic reaction last Thursday left me feeling less than strong, and the constantly changing stride was wearing. But still I managed to get in under my 50 minute target for the 10k which means that, on the day, I should be able to a minute off that too.
The op, the recovery and complications has put a strange spin on the beginning of autumn. All flow seems interrupted and basic, fundamental things like healing have come to the fore. The year has been so busy, taken so much energy out of me, that a bit of enforced contemplation and reflection hasn't been so bad.
An hour of inhaling freezing water vapour....no thanks.
So instead I worked all morning and ventured out for a lunchtime run. By 1pm the sun had burned off most of the mist but it was still cold and damp. The river-side path was still soaking wet from the weekend rains and so for most of the run I had to constantly adjust my pace, pigeon-stepping the short gaps between puddles before launching into big strides over the larger pools. A weekend feeling the effects of my allergic reaction last Thursday left me feeling less than strong, and the constantly changing stride was wearing. But still I managed to get in under my 50 minute target for the 10k which means that, on the day, I should be able to a minute off that too.
The op, the recovery and complications has put a strange spin on the beginning of autumn. All flow seems interrupted and basic, fundamental things like healing have come to the fore. The year has been so busy, taken so much energy out of me, that a bit of enforced contemplation and reflection hasn't been so bad.
WIDGETIZE