S-l-o-w-l-y getting my running mojo back
Today, for the first time since I got back to Delhi from my Himalayan climbing trip, I felt almost-rested and almost-fit enough to go for a run.
The last few days, as I mentioned in my last blog post, I have been w-a-y too tired after climbing Banderpoonch, and felt totally drained of all energy. I literally just flopped around the house for the first few days, too tired to do anything very much.
Despite a mild fit of panic, when I started counting down the days to the Ladakh Marathon, I didn’t push myself, was sensible (for a change) & rested up, and lo & behold, I actually felt finally ready to rejoin the human race this morning.
Do not like the feeling of being too tired to run.
But Jeez Louise. Could it have been any hotter at 6 o’clock in the morning?
It was for fainting.
It was fab to see all my running friends, after a long time, and they all looked terrifyingly fit and ran fast intervals as though it were a cool winter’s day, rather than a fiendishly hot summer’s day.
I, on the other hand, skipped the intervals & trotted slowly round the dusty track, stopping every loop for a drink of water.
I felt ridiculously weak and unfit compared to my all mates, but it was such a joy to be running again.
A start has been made.
A step in the right direction taken.
But it’s clearly going to be a while till I’m back to par, so there’ll be nothing fast or fancy on the running agenda, just lots of slow trots around the block, until energy levels are back to normal.