Run for fun #1: 16km with bloody knees
I’ve sort of been thinking about this blog and what it means to me since BritMums Live and one thing is clear to me: I don’t consider this to be a parenting blog, nor do I read very many purely parenting blogs anymore.
What I do love writing about and reading about is running and starting from today, I’m going to do a weekly post on how running’s been that week – it’ll be called “Run for fun”.
Some of you are probably jumping off your sofa with joy (or NOT! :), but I’m hoping some of you might actually join in the fun and link up your latest running posts in the linky below. It would be a great way for me (and others who read this blog) to get a whole lotta running inspiration in one dose :)
So…. what have I been up to this week?
I had a fairly uneventful 14.5km run on Sunday, exploring a bit more of Wimbledon Common than I have in the past. Since Sunday I’ve been reading a book called Born to Run and it’s so amazing that I feel my life changing with every page that I read.
This morning I thought I’d be a real badass and go for a 20km run. Usually I do 10-14km, so deciding on 20 can only be blamed on the book!
And with the Mexican barefooted ultrarunning tribe in mind, I trotted off after I dropped Oskar off at school and pretended I was gliding along the surface of the earth like one of the tribesmen.
The gliding went well for about 2km.
Then I tripped on godknowswhat and faceplanted.
I wasn’t too surprised. I actually fall on a regular basis :|. Someone said it signals the need for new shoes. My last fall was in January and it seriously messed up my right knee so this time I tried to distribute the impact and now I have a grazed upper arm, grazed calves AND grazed knees – I was THAT good at the distributing.
I poured some water on the knee that was bleeding the most and kept going. Of course I got lost once I got deep into Wimbledon Common, that thing is like a freaking jungle. I had planned to run to Richmond Park and back but didn’t quite manage to get there.
Once I was back at Wimbledon village (probably scaring all the tourists with the muddy/bleeding look), I had no more water and felt beat. I popped into Costa Coffee and begged them to fill my water bottle. Thankfully they were nice to me and I was soon on the road again and did an extra loop before going home finishing the run at 16.24km… which I looked up later is 10 miles.
Bloody hell. 10 measly miles. The Mexicans in Born to Run do at least 30 a day with no shoes!
I’ve just realised that 30 miles is a very, VERY long way.
So that’s been my running week so far. I would love to hear what’s inspiring you this week / how your legs are doing / what interesting cross training you’re doing / etc.
The linky is open for a week!