I`m beginning to think Fr. Jack knows a thing or two about running.
I had no choice today but to attempt a long slow run. Hot on the heels of yesterday`s unpleasant hill run, I wasn`t keen to hit the road so soon. But an LSR can`t happen tomorrow. And Tuesday won`t shape up to be a whole pile better. So it had to be today.
Normally, I`m a happy Sunday runner, though. There`s something calm and meditative to the day, as it is, so an LSR generally ties in nicely with that mode. In the absence of anything else, it`s become my regular spiritual practice.
A perfect time and place to recall Fr. Ted, so.
The recollection kicked in at the half way mark. I`d arranged for mid-way point to be a shop, just so I could pop in and buy some water. Saves me lugging water along and well, you know I like an excuse to stop, anyway.
By this stage, I`d done four and half miles. My pace was leisurely, and I felt a whole lot better than on yesterday`s run. But, even so, I was flagging a little.
And here`s the thing. After downing 250 mls of water, I felt so much better. Refreshed, even. I didn`t sit around, just took in the passing traffic, sipped until I`d assuaged my thirst and got ready for take off again.
Now water`s something I`m poor at tossing in there. Oh, I`ll sip a little before I head off but truthfully, – and to compound matters-my drink of choice is coffee. I`m fully caffeinated before I hit the road and not at all as mindful of the H2O aspect as I should be. It`s only during these summer months that I`ve taken to bringing a small bottle of water around. I doubt it`s even enough.
I`d noticed the same thing yesterday on my hill run. Downed my little bottle of water and felt revived again. I know I shouldn`t wait for thirst to kick in before drinking but that`s exactly my habit. Instead, drink should be to the forefront of my mind. Much like the alcoholic Fr. Jack.
“Drink! Feck! Girls!” as Fr Jack says.
Well, I`ll take the drink anyway.
Squeezed nine miles out on my run today. Happy with that, in addition to yesterday`s six.
Tomorrow is definitely a rest day. Looks like I might fit a swim into the schedule if I can. And definitely build on that water habit. Make myself do it,even.
And I`ll think of Mrs Doyle urging me on as I take a sup…
“Ah go on, go on, go on”
Fr Jack pic from tumblr.com
Mrs Doyle pic from safefood.eu