Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
Raring To Go
by Russell Turner - 11:18 on 23 December 2021
It’s seven days since my debut in the world of ultramarathon. I thought I’d not want to run again until January – assuming I was capable – but I might have gone out yesterday if the weather had been better and I didn’t have the sniffles. It’s not Covid (I checked), just a bit of a cold; 50k can lower the immune system somewhat.
Apart from the sniffles, all is good. Muscle soreness had faded by Saturday and gone by Sunday and my stiff ankle is looser than it’s been for months; the ravenous appetite I had for three days afterwards has been sated and is back to normal too. In fact, it seems incredible that I covered a distance that would have got me home from distant Drumnadrochit or close to Cannich (albeit without the hills). How did I do that?
It’s a shame that next year’s Dava 50k clashes with a two-gig weekend; gigs also stop me signing up for any of the Race to the… series. City Limits has 58 dates in next year’s diary (plus space for more), so race opportunities of any distance are limited because I can’t turn down too much musical income, especially as Omicron becomes a factor. January’s four gigs look very precarious, and February’s don’t feel much safer.
I’ve decided not to bother with the Loch Morlich 10k on January 2. At the moment it can go ahead, but who knows what restrictions will be like after Christmas. So the next target is Inverness Half Marathon on March 13 – two years since it became my final pre-lockdown race. What fun we’ve all had since then.
Surely that milestone will mark the beginning of the end of Covid, covidiots, masks and restrictions?
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