They say you should expect it when you’re least expecting it, whatever it may be.
This was gravely true in my latest Parkrun adventure. I had to expect a downturn in form at some point and it was possibly when I was least expecting it arrive.
I say possibly. I am forever a cynic and so, quite frankly, I was fully expecting the short-lived perennial course time decreases to come to an abrupt halt but I guess maybe not quite so soon.
That said, what a summer we’ve been having! It’s circa 60,000 degrees outside every day and I am the epitome of a beached whale in this weather. I simply cannot cope.
I’m desperately trying to change the perception that summer is inherently evil but I wither away in anything above room temperature and that’s not a pretty sight.
And yet, my inner-fighter cognitively pleads with me to push these boundaries, often with a selfish, reckless abandon under the veil of “personal betterment” so sometimes, I confess, I do stupid things.
Like, do a Parkrun.
Even at 9am, temperatures down here were already in the mid-20s and that’s just not fair.
So naturally, this weekend, I struggled. I struggled with the heat, I struggled with my ankles and I struggled with my breathing.
I had to stop after reaching the half-way point. My ankles were on fire and yet I still cannot figure out why, or how to make it stop. Perhaps I need to do some more leg days in the gym to strengthen, but I’m yet to figure out where I can make improvements to quell my condition.
I’m certainly not overweight, so that’s not particularly an issue, although I have gained some weight (which at least explains why I get flat footed from time to time; that’s one issue I’m learning to manage now I know the cause). If anybody knows why the area between the bottom of my calves and my ankles hurt and how I can stop it from hurting then please, get in touch, I’d love to know.
So, a really tough break for me this time.
I mean, it’s not my worst time, and even with the push I put into the last quarter I thought I would’ve been quicker, but it’s only fair to understand that with the factors above taken into account, this result should’ve been expected. And I will learn from this result. Patience is key, but until I start taking my training and gym time more seriously then I shouldn’t expect any significant results. In fact, I don’t deserve them either.
Nevertheless, I will likely have to take the next two weeks off due to having to make arrangements for a wedding at the end of the month (not mine, never fear) but I have to get a lot sorted between now and the end of the month.
But remember folks, if you’re out running in this weather – whether it is 1k, 5k, 10k or more, please stay hydrated. Dehydration, sun stroke, exhaustion… it can kill. I know that seems extreme but that’s the reality of it so please, stay safe and drink up and remember: you can’t get a PB if you’re dead. Don’t die, stay hydrated.