No, I’m not fully recovered from the flu and coughing yet, but yesterday evening it was so shining and bright (read: no rain) that I couldn’t resist the temptation to go out for a little run at the normal place, Garden. It’s been nearly 2 full weeks where I did not do much of endurance activities.
My head still felt heavy as I made my first steps on the tarmac. Each pounding steps from the foot delivered a vibration sense to my head. Dizzy all over.
10 minutes into the run, my breathing was already out of control. It’s the first sign of how unfit I have turned into. So, I walked a bit. And when I have regained control on the breathing, I continued running, slowly.
Few minutes later, I felt the same thing again. Had to walk again. My initial target was to run for 1hr since I arrived a bit early at the Garden, but with this kind of unfitness self of mine, I would be happy if I can survive 50% of it, though by the means of walking in between the run.
Mental strength was as lemau as my body. At every moments of non-comfort breathing, my brain quickly sent a message to my body to stop running and just walk. Some say if we push our body further, it will get better and stronger, but with the condition of health I’m in now, I think I should take it a little bit easy.
After what I felt as a wasteful 36 minutes effort of running plus walking, I pressed the “Stop” button on my watch and called it a day (and secretly hoping my flu won’t get worsen).
I’m not sure whether I’m sick of running or I’m running sick. One thing I know now – my running sucks!