Wednesday, September 03, 2008
How would that be for a package?!
As most of you know, I don't have a job at the moment and so I've decided this week that I need to get my jogging groove going by going... erm... jogging.
I'm not the best jogger in the world and I seriously think I've got some sort of genetic condition predisposing me to not being able to jog or run for long periods of time.
Don't be fooled into thinking I'd be excellent at the 100 metres either, cos I ain't.
But a few of my friends have done Race for Life this year, and the year before, and the year before, which is only 5km. I say *only* 5km because surely, being a footballer and cyclist, I should be able to comfortably run 5km off the bat right? Right??
Wrong.
After weeks of football training, a few long rides and a couple of 1 1/2 mile jogs, I decided I'd attempt 3 miles yesterday (that's almost 5km, but not quite). I'd never felt so dead after a run in all my life. I mean, me and 'Nelly' went on a bikeride last Monday which we thought would be an 18 mile round trip (to the Severn Bridge) but ended up being about 30 miles and I was still more fresh after that than simply doing 3 miles in 20 minutes!!
I walked around after my run to warm down and thinking I'd done so, sat at my PC for 20 minutes, sorted some stuff and attempted to get up. I quickly realised my calfs weren't up to the task and stumbled around the room for a bit. They had pretty much turned to jelly.
The good thing is my legs actually feel fine today, so my recovery rate must be pretty good. I went for a shorter run to the post office to get a stamp for a speeding fine letter (GGGGRRRRRRRR!) and this actually (finally) brings us to the title of my blog.
Cos the guy in front of me had a package worth £2,500.
... Which he'd put in a Ambi Pur box.
Can anyone say 'drugs'?
I was tempted to grab it and run, but knowing my own endurance I don't think it would've ended with me looking quite so pretty ;)
I'm not the best jogger in the world and I seriously think I've got some sort of genetic condition predisposing me to not being able to jog or run for long periods of time.
Don't be fooled into thinking I'd be excellent at the 100 metres either, cos I ain't.
But a few of my friends have done Race for Life this year, and the year before, and the year before, which is only 5km. I say *only* 5km because surely, being a footballer and cyclist, I should be able to comfortably run 5km off the bat right? Right??
Wrong.
After weeks of football training, a few long rides and a couple of 1 1/2 mile jogs, I decided I'd attempt 3 miles yesterday (that's almost 5km, but not quite). I'd never felt so dead after a run in all my life. I mean, me and 'Nelly' went on a bikeride last Monday which we thought would be an 18 mile round trip (to the Severn Bridge) but ended up being about 30 miles and I was still more fresh after that than simply doing 3 miles in 20 minutes!!
I walked around after my run to warm down and thinking I'd done so, sat at my PC for 20 minutes, sorted some stuff and attempted to get up. I quickly realised my calfs weren't up to the task and stumbled around the room for a bit. They had pretty much turned to jelly.
The good thing is my legs actually feel fine today, so my recovery rate must be pretty good. I went for a shorter run to the post office to get a stamp for a speeding fine letter (GGGGRRRRRRRR!) and this actually (finally) brings us to the title of my blog.
Cos the guy in front of me had a package worth £2,500.
... Which he'd put in a Ambi Pur box.
Can anyone say 'drugs'?
I was tempted to grab it and run, but knowing my own endurance I don't think it would've ended with me looking quite so pretty ;)
# posted by TommyDB @ 11:36 a.m. 
