Tiredness, Pain and Runners Trots
They say that if you have one nights bad sleep then it takes the next two nights to catch up. The same also seems to apply to when you are just dog-gone tired - one nights sleep does not make a catch up.
I thought today would be ok as I didn't have a ridiculously early start but it was harder to get up at 8am today than it was to get up at 4am yesterday. It was a fairly eventful day but nothing that would usually leave me shattered so I thought I would be ok to run tonight.
Unfortunately the residual tiredness that was dogging me turned all the niggly pains I felt into full-blown agony. I managed to get 1.5miles before I had to stop and walk a little, I got another 0.5miles before I had to stop for traffic at a main road. From then on it got harder and harder to start again. Aches and pains cropped up everywhere and then the dreaded runners trots started.
Runners trots are more painful than any muscular pain. It starts suddenly - a faint feeling of needing to go soonish then as you progress it gets more and more pressing until it really hurts and at that point you have to stop and take a walking break but that's the killer because as soon as you start to move faster it the jobbie jiggles faster. You would think it would be best to speed it up and get to a loo but that makes the jobbie jiggles worse and you have to walk calmly to allow the pressure to subside. Eventually walking gets difficult too and you try to put on a last spurt to make it home before it all falls out, this is usually the point when it rains really heavily (just as it did to me tonight) or you see someone you know and they want to stop and chat. Sweat is pouring down your face and your gait looks ridiculous.
When you do make it home and sit on the throne you feel such bliss at the super-sonic ejection and sudden feeling of weightlessness its almost worth the pain of feeling like your bowels are going to explode.
Hopefully a night of catch up sleep and an easier day tomorrow will enable me to have a decent training run - heaven knows I need one with the half marathon coming up on Sunday.
I thought today would be ok as I didn't have a ridiculously early start but it was harder to get up at 8am today than it was to get up at 4am yesterday. It was a fairly eventful day but nothing that would usually leave me shattered so I thought I would be ok to run tonight.
Unfortunately the residual tiredness that was dogging me turned all the niggly pains I felt into full-blown agony. I managed to get 1.5miles before I had to stop and walk a little, I got another 0.5miles before I had to stop for traffic at a main road. From then on it got harder and harder to start again. Aches and pains cropped up everywhere and then the dreaded runners trots started.
Runners trots are more painful than any muscular pain. It starts suddenly - a faint feeling of needing to go soonish then as you progress it gets more and more pressing until it really hurts and at that point you have to stop and take a walking break but that's the killer because as soon as you start to move faster it the jobbie jiggles faster. You would think it would be best to speed it up and get to a loo but that makes the jobbie jiggles worse and you have to walk calmly to allow the pressure to subside. Eventually walking gets difficult too and you try to put on a last spurt to make it home before it all falls out, this is usually the point when it rains really heavily (just as it did to me tonight) or you see someone you know and they want to stop and chat. Sweat is pouring down your face and your gait looks ridiculous.
When you do make it home and sit on the throne you feel such bliss at the super-sonic ejection and sudden feeling of weightlessness its almost worth the pain of feeling like your bowels are going to explode.
Hopefully a night of catch up sleep and an easier day tomorrow will enable me to have a decent training run - heaven knows I need one with the half marathon coming up on Sunday.
posted by Running Queen @ 9:53 PM
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