Being yet another Couch to 5k update.
I am swaddled, if not exactly from head to toe, then certainly from thigh to ankle. In addition to the knee supports which I have worn since week one, I now have strappings on one thigh and one ankle. I am currently running in full length ‘joggers’ owing to my resemblance to Nora Batty if I wear shorts. It can only be a matter of time before my other ankle, which does have a record of giving up the ghost in a fairly dramatic manner, will decide to join in the fun and I will become a running lycra tube.
It’s ironic (I think – I’ll check) that my legs are not my biggest problem when I run. (I use the word ‘run’ in its loosest possible sense. ‘Lurch’ is probably more apposite.) My problem has always been my breathing. My post-jog ‘pant’ would rival a forty-a-day bloodhound. That, currently, is not improving – although I have developed methods of dredging oxygen into my lungs in a slightly more dignified manner that does not involve propping myself up on a lamppost and retching. My legs (shattered joints aside) seem to be relatively happy with the situation.
I have bought myself an arm strap for my phone and a pair of Bluetooth earbuds – one of which is currently working – which has helped. As soon as I have resolved the earbud situation I will be happy – it will stop me running in circles.
My runs are getting longer, my mid-run walks less desperate, and I’ve begun to refine my musical selection a little so that the beat is not quite so erratic and I do not appear to be having a seizure every time the tracks change.
I have one more run this week before the next regime ‘step up’ and I hope that I can approach that without having to brace any further joints. I have to, they’re running out.