Time: 1hr 45.09min
Av pace: 5.50min/km
Weather: 17.4*c (felt like 14.7*c), wind SE 15kph, pleasant, some sunshine
Sleeps to marathon: 41
Body to CJ: Lets skip that run today. It’s your birthday after all, surely you deserve a day off.
Legs: and we’ve run some kilometres over the past few days, we need a break.
Brain: yes but the training program says 18km this morning.
Body: program’s are made to be changed. It’s her birthday.
A little later….
Body: What do you think? Have we convinced her? Are we safe…?
Brain: don’t bet on it. She can be stubborn.
Legs: don’t we know it. We’ve been run off our legs the past 4 days – long runs, short runs, fast runs.
Lungs: you think you’ve had it hard? What about yesterday – she was supposed to take it easy in that 5km event. Hah! So why were we gasping for air in the last kilometre or more? Easy, my foot!
Feet: and speaking of feet, we’re feeling a little footsore and weary too, with all that pounding on paths.
Body: so that’s it – we could mutiny. If we don’t cooperate then she can’t run! Hammy, do you think you could start aching? And hip flexor – you’ve been feeling a little tense lately – some more tension could help the cause. Immune system – could you throw in a sniffly nose, maybe a touch of sore throat and a couple of coughs. We need to bring on the heavy artillery.
Brain: you’re dreaming if you think this is going to work.
A little later…
Body: we’ve been gypped! Brain, you didn’t do your job! Why are we outside, running gear on, shoes laced up? She’s not listening!
Brain: what did I tell you, she’s stubborn. She ignores my little voice all the time!
Legs: hrmmmph! We’re tired, we’re not cooperating. Enough is enough.
Hip: well maybe I could throw in a few twinges….
Body: we’re moving. Legs, hip, hammy, Achilles – if you’re going to do something, now is the time, not halfway through run, when we still have to get home again.
Lungs: and don’t forget us, we’re through huffing and puffing, inflating and deflating.
Legs: a hill! Haven’t we done enough penance? Why is she punishing us?
Lungs: huff…puff…you think…puff…you have problems…huff puff…
Brain: oh shut up, stop moaning, and harden up. What a lot of wimps you are.
Body (in unison): its our birthday too – we’re allowed to whinge today!
Legs: we’ve stopped! Hallelujah! Do you think that’s it?
Lungs: it wasn’t so bad. Not so much huffing and puffing today apart from a couple of hills.
Achilles: no probs from us today, not a niggle.
Body: yep we pulled up pretty well today. Wasn’t a problem. Not bad for our age if I might say.
Brain: so what was all that bitching and complaining you were doing before?
Body: us? No way!
CJ: see what I have to deal with! There’s still some life in this 52 year old body, even if it does whinge and bitch and carry on!
“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” – Mark Twain