It has been no secret for many years, that I like my bed. It seems I have developed somewhat of a love affair with my bed. Every night, without fail (almost without fail…), I go to bed seeking warmth, security, and that reassuring hug from my duvet. Once in bed, I am but seconds from the land of nod. In the mornings, it grips me with its glowing heat, begging me to stay just a little longer, and to press snooze just one more time. I always give in.
Yesterday morning, I woke up to the sharp, severe sound of my alarm. My slumber had been untimely cut short. I cast an eye to my watch. Squinting, I could barely make out that it was 7am. The room was dark and cold. It had been a frosty night. The roads would undoubtedly be unforgiving. The bed urged me to press snooze just once, for old times sake. Knowing the task which lie before me, a morning run, I gave without much resistance. Ten minutes later, I dragged myself out as the sirens began to raise the alarm again.
I was up. That in itself was an achievement. I went about my normal morning routine, albeit earlier, much earlier. I went downstairs, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I turned on the light in the kitchen. Its gazey white glow startled me. I struggled to adjust to the new light levels. I made my breakfast, porridge as always, had my cup of tea, found my shoes, and prepared.
The evening before, I bought the Irish Runner magazine. It had a list of all the up coming races over the next few months. It was the annual, so it came with a chart, detailing how to warm up properly. I disregared both this and my normal warm up routine, such was my groggy state, I had forgot to do them.
Searching my pockets, I found my iPhone. I started miCoach, waited for the English accent to say “GPS Found” before starting my run. Almost without delay, GPS was found. I found my playlist, pressed start, and started running. A 5k run would be easy, I thought to myself, surely it being morning couldn’t effect me that much…surely…
I ran past the stables, past our tractor, which had seen better days, and past the roads on which I grew up. I almost know each bush individually at this stage. The large ash and oak tree’s overlooked the road, protecting it from the elements. I was blissfully unaware of this when starting my run. I had forgotten about the cold icy night that had just passed. I ran on, oblivious to the task conditions that lay ahead.
I ran past our neighbors houses on the outward leg of my journey. Looking at each, thinking, “they had the right idea, they must surely still be in bed. What am I doing??” I passed house after house, and all were quiet. There was some activity at the Ryan “Roche” household. Smoke bellowed from the chimney. The scent gushed into my nostrils, filling them with an unpleasant smell. The smoke made its way into my lungs. I continued running, hoping to escape the blanket the smoke had created on the countryside. After much effort, I escaped.
I continued past Barnane Stud. It was owned by the Beamish Family (the people who own Beamish Stout and other things, which I care much less about…). I thought about the summers in which I had helped harvest hay for Patrick Wynn-Jones, for wintering the horses at their stud farm. The memories were that of pain and hardship, not pleasant ones. I ran on.
The next sight on this morning tour was that of my primary school, Barnane National School. Memories from here were much more pleasant. This was where I started running, where I first competed in a cross country, where I learned how to play tennis, and most importantly, where I had developed my love for mathematics. Yes, I said mathematics!! Our teacher, Martin Ryan, always encouraged us to aim for as much as we can, and to strive to achieve it. He developed a mantra that there is no goal insurmountable. I still live by this mantra today, if your work hard enough at something, you shall reap the rewards.
After passing my school, I continued on. While passing fields, still belonging to Barnane Stud, I began to think of the friends who I hadn’t seen since my time at school. It was strange considering many of them still live in the locality. My time in Dublin at University had clearly isolated me from home. This will have to be rectified. At Cahill’s, I turned.
I realize that many of these names mean nothing to you as you read this, but in the coming days, as I run more, each name will have a story about them. To learn more, you’ll have to see my next post. LOST and Prison Break did this to great effect, surely I can do the same!!
On turning, and still not quiet sure how I managed this, I tweaked my achillies. It was not immediately painful, yet with each step, the pain manifested itself into something which gave me serious food for thought. Between my old primary school, and Barnane Stud, I stopped. I reached for my iPhone and stopped miCoach. I felt my achilles, trying to reassure myself it was nothing serious. This didn’t work. It was about now I remembered my warm up routine, and how I had almost entirely neglected to complete it. I strecthed out, hoping that I could cure myself. This gave some relief. I started miCoach again, and headed for home.
The pain was such, that I was afraid to run too fast. I ran past all my neighbors houses again and came to the bottom of the road which lead to our house. Dad and Gillian were leading the horses out before their morning excercise. The horses had enjoyed success of late on the track, and I had become slightly jealous. I was the only one who didn’t ride out, this gave me something to prove.
I got back home and back to the yard, glad that I had made it in one piece. My achilles didn’t hurt as bad, but the pain still existed. I took a few seconds to grab my breath. Concious of the fact I hadn’t warmed up properly, I decided it might be an idea to warm down, so I did. When inside, I dived into the cold bath mom had prepared for me. The cold water shocked my body. I endured the initial torture, convinced that it must be doing some good.
After this morning run, I had to go to work. 5.72km in 27:06, it was a morning run, and it was going to be the first of many,….I hope