Phantom Poops and Treadmill Running
I totally forgot to post about yesterday’s run. I’m not sure why. Maybe something to do with the fact that I almost destroyed my MacBook by trying to watch Game of Thrones for free, which resulted in two days spent updating my virus protection, trying to locate and remove irritating adware and then rewarding myself by paying £15 to legally watch the first series of said box set of Sean Bean, sex and violence – and yes, I did watch all 10 episodes in the space of two days, and am now a third of the way through series 2. If only I could be so dedicated to my training…
In between tales of war, incest, treason and butchery, however, I did manage to get a couple of runs in. The first of which didn’t quite go according to plan.
I had planned to do a 5K run/walk (that’s walking up a hill and running back down again), and it started pretty well. I used my usual route through Hove Park and then up through the Three Cornered Copse, even managing to trot a bit up the hill through the woods. Unfortunately, on the run back down, I was confronted with what I thought was another type of ‘trots’ and the only way to stop the feeling of having to poop was to walk.
Luckily I wasn’t too far from the park by that point so managed to hold it together by ditching the run and walking very carefully to the public toilets. Strangely, however, when I got to the toilets I discovered that I didn’t need to go quite as badly as I’d thought. It’s not the first time that I have been visited by phantom poops and probably won’t be the last, but there’s no point taking any chances so I made a promise to myself to make sure I got a run in today to make up for it.
This afternoon, I decided to err on the side of caution and stick with the treadmill. I ran (with only a couple of walk breaks) for just over 32:12 but only managed to cover 3K, which was about the same distance as yesterday but a good 7 minutes slower and with much less walking – I still swear that treadmill is in miles not kilometres, even if instruction book says otherwise!
Of course, the numbers don’t really matter that much. The important thing for me is that I got a run in. I may go for a longish walk this evening to get some more miles on the old legs, but that will depend on whether or not Season 2 of Game of Thrones is as compelling as Season 1 was!
How’s your training going? What do you do when you get caught short on a training run? Have you ever been visited by the Phantom Poop? And, most importantly, is there anyone else out there who discovered Game of Thrones as late as I have? Please share your thoughts in the comments.