The third article of the Geneva Convention states that “persons
taking no active part in hostilities….should be treated humanely and that the
following actions are prohibited….torture”.
Now I’m not talking about my month off the alcohol for the
Royal Melbourne Hospital, this allegory (see I’m talking symbolically here) relates
to my running training.
Am I stretching the boundaries by thinking that I am not
taking part in any hostilities, therefore should not be subjected to torture?
Seriously peoples, who in their right mind would participate in a “10 minute
warm up jog” AND THEN the actual training? Tuesday I was advised to do the warm
up and then 6 lots of 500 metre sprints, with a 1 minute rest between each and Friday
three lots of 1km sprints with a one minute rest. Let me ask you a simple
question…who in their right mind warms up for 10 minutes and then “sprints” for
one kilometre? And if you could sprint that far who then rests for a measly 60
seconds and then attempts to do it again? And then AGAIN???? So taking into
account my ample girth, I pushed out 6 lots of 400 metre “sprints” (well as
fast as I could go) with a 2 minute rest – and still on the 6th one
I was close to stopping to bring up my meagre breakfast. Friday? 800m solid
with two minute walking rest. Feeling nauseous all day is not one of the aims
of this program.
But that is not the worst of it. Friday, I did my run after
work. A new moon was about so the place watch pitch black, I was alone in the
whole park as nobody else in their right mind would be out sprinting on a cold
night, let alone a Friday. I can 100% swear this was the FIRST Friday night run
that I had done in my whole life. That night is generally reserved for a beer
or two after work, which quickly turns into three, then an SMS to the wife saying
“won’t be much longer”, a quick one for the road, a further SMS….”still here
don’t bother cooking for me”…..then a quick round for the road and a late
arrival home to find an arrow pointing to the spare room. At least my beloved
is kind enough to leave my pillow there, no point me turning on all the lights
in the house to get my bearings. So all up Dry July and this running caper had
me home early, running in the cold, sober and questioning my sanity.
It’s not all discouraging I did go for a 4km light jog on
Thursday night and that was pleasant and a good mental time out from the day.
But back to the link to “torture”. My adviser who runs 100km
events for fun, said I should head out on Sunday (long run day) for a 12km run
and if I was feeling good at the end, walk a km and then run one more. Well I
wasn’t feeling that good, so I just pumped out the 12kms with three drink
breaks (too short to rate a mention) with a slow steady walk home.
Here’s where the pain kicked in….a recent book I purchased referred
to “runners nipple”, an irritation of the nipple due to the friction of
clothing and often complicated by sweating. Such a nice little quaint reference
to something that may happen to people who run longer distances. I’ll give you
the tip – it is no little quaint “irritation”. What sort of word is that?
Irritation? Isn’t that when you have a mosquito in the same room at you at
night time? Something which distracts – “vexation”. Vexation my rear end, this was pain with a
capital “P”. As readers would appreciate, men have a better tolerance for pain
that our female counterparts, they only have to go through childbirth and
things of that ilk, we suffer flu quietly and without complaint, when having to
endure an ingrowing hair or cut or scratch we do so without a fuss, tattoos? Not an issue. So
when I tell you a few layers of skin off the top of your nipple hurts, I am not
exaggerating, to be honest it hurt a bit when I was walking home, it was just
when I hopped into the hot shower that a scream was heard three suburbs away.
Apparently strategically placed Band-Aids (a la Janet Jackson) will assist with
this problem – what about the problem of having to rip the bloody things off?
You think of that Mr Running Advice man? So now I’m reduced to having to apply Vaseline
to sensitive areas before I go for a long run – I don’t even want to
contemplate how many strange questions I’ll be getting as I prepare for my
Sunday jogs. So when I next run for charity I’ll be able to honestly say “I
gave my blood for this”.
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