Golf was on the agenda again for today, so I rose early to squeeze in my easy 5km, and headed out soon after 5am. Only having been out of bed for 30 minutes, I really hadn’t loosened up and, as expected, it was a very slow first few kilometres. Gone are the days when, during my working life, my routine involved rising at 5am and hitting the road for a (frequently quick) 10-12km at 5:30am. Age certainly slows you down and I rarely feel loose until I have run 5km, or up a significant hill, these days.
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New Year's Midnight Run
One morning, running along a hedged English country lane I was nearly hit head-on by a van travelling at high speed with no lights on. I suspect criminality was involved. On another occasion, in the US, I stumbled on thieves breaking a car window with a hammer. I yelled very loudly and then took off at high speed down a side street. My worst experience, however, occurred while running for a short distance on a sealed footpath alongside a main road in England unaware that, since the last time I ran the route, the Council had installed some concrete bollards across the path at a farm entrance. I smashed my knee at tempo running pace into one of the bollards and went down like I had been shot. The pain was excruciating and I spent several minutes lying on the damp pavement in the pitch darkness trying to work out what had happened before limping home.
There were no such incidents this morning. I noticed that my right Achilles tendon hasn’t been quite as stiff and sore this week, which is a good sign, but my right knee still has stiffness from the marathon and I sense fatigue still lurks deep in the muscles.