Some nights (thankfully rare these days), my legs really aren’t feeling it. That happened tonight. I knew I wasn’t going to get far after about five minutes, so I just tried to string out a reasonably quick pace for a short distance and I guess the result was vaguely respectable if far from impressive.
I can’t see for sure what the cause of my lethargy was really – I’m guessing it’s a bit of a cocktail of factors – General tiredness will have played a part – both my kids have colds, so sleep has been sporadic at best this week. I’m also still feeling the after-effects of a rambunctious kids party at the weekend (Soft plays may sound harmless, but those places are like Lord of the Flies sometimes). The heat felt pretty draining too.
I’m not exactly an obsessive observer of my nutrition, and perhaps I should be better in that respect. I’ve tried those ‘track your diet’ apps several times, but always just give up ‘cos I usually can’t be arsed to monitor everything for very long. I’m conscious, though, that I’ve been a bit slack with my protein intake (and as a vegetarian, it’s probably even more important I keep those reserves topped up with shakes), so maybe my muscles haven’t been recovering from stresses and strains, and tonight’s damp squib might be a reflection of that.
Still, I guess I need these sucky runs to make the good ones feel even better. Historically I tend to follow up bad runs with super-cathartic ones, so maybe I should be looking forward to my next one.
It’s a marathon, not a sprint and all that…
Music – Sleater-Kinney – No Cities to Love