Two weeks ago, my running partner, a.k.a my son, decided to quit his job. I used to be able to put him on the jogger and do a short run with him. However, now that he is stronger and more active, that has become impossible. I stopped doing it because the last few times I did, he wailed like a hyena and yelled, “pomoc! pomoc!” (Czech word for “help!”). He prefers being part of the action and that involves getting out of the stroller. Hence, I can never have a decent run when he is with me.
However, due to the recent time change this past weekend, I am now able to do my outdoor runs. This is because my husband is now available to take care of my son while there is still daylight. Thus, I had my first post winter outdoor run today. It was great! But I know it will hurt tomorrow.
This was because I pushed too hard. I wouldn’t have if not for the old guy who told me, “utikej, pani, utikej.” (Czech for “run, lady, run”). The thing was, there were 2 other runners in front of me. The old guy probably thought I was one of them. I may have looked like I was trying too hard because my tongue was out like a mad dog and I was sweating like a rapist. Whatever it was, he decided to give me a boost of encouragement. I intended to tell him that I was not running with them, but before I can translate my thoughts, I was already past him. A few minutes later, when I reached home, I was gasping for breath. I knew I overdid it when my husband thought I was back so soon. When asked how my run went, my answer was almost inaudible because I was still catching my breath. Then he told me, “Oh honey, I forgot to tell you not to push too hard.” But I did. This will definitely hurt tomorrow.