Well, despite my recent post on getting my fitness mojo back, it seems to be two steps forward and one step back. Today was another step back.
It didn’t start well, with the Powers That Be holding us at the Start line for 45 minutes. FORTY FIVE MINUTES! Frigging ridiculous. Some bullshit story about fallen over bollards and cars on the course.
By the time we finally got underway, I was cold and stiff. I started very slowly; I’ve had a tight achilles for a week or so, and wanted to let it warm up properly before hitting the hill in Rosalind Park. That part went okay; I trotted up the hill at the 3km mark without any problems, and got around to the far side of the course in reasonable form.
Somewhere near the lake, My left hip (yes, THAT hip) felt a bit achy, so I stopped to dig my thumb into it. Some time later, the knee started to hurt. And a bit later after that, the other knee went out in sympathy. After the circuit of the lake, we headed out to Barnard Street, and I slowed to walk for a bit. The marshall at the road entry was cheering me to keep running. But it hurrrrttttz. I nearly added Muuuum!
The last 3 kms were done at a walk-hobble. And it sooo hurrrrttttz. It was like all the padding had gone from my knees and it was bone on bone. Sooo annoying, because I wasn’t able to even run at my normal speed, let alone push myself any.
15.5 km. In 1:41.
I don’t know what the problem is, and I don’t know how to fix it. It’s like fun runs are jinxed, because I can do the same length training runs without issues. But the training runs are broken up with drills and different surfaces (and without freezing your arse off before the start). This is the second 15km run that I’ve finished broken, and it ain’t much fun. I think maybe I just have to stay off the bitumen, and head back into trail runs.