Do nothing! That was Day 2’s training so I followed that to the letter and did…well….em…NOTHING.
Day 3 – today – just had to run for two lots of 3 minutes. Launched into the baggy tracksuit first thing and made the effort to chuck the dogs into the car and go to the park. I thought it might be a modicum easier than the 2 lots of 5 minutes the other night but hey ho – it was definitely worse. Wheezing coughing the usual sweaty heap I bump into an elderly man who used to play for the British Lions who I know quite well. His eyebrows damn near shot off the top of his head when he clocked me.
I’m doing a 10 k
When? he grinned
13th June
His grin widened with his eyes ‘Good luck!’
Thanks I squeaked thundering past. Of course 5 minutes later mortified I walked past him on my way back to the car. Him jaunty and smiling. Me red and wet headed. He is 75. I am not. Allegedly.
