Stretch Marks - Not Just A Woman Thing.
The weather forecast was right for today - frequent snow, sleet & hail showers, with agood strong northerly wind to drive it all in you face.
The trouble was that the plan had an 80 minute run session for me today. So I could
- Bunk off, claiming that the schedule had been put together when the first week of April was supposed to be Spring.
- Suck it up, knuckle down, and generally just get out there anyway.
I went for option 2, ‘cos as it says at the top, No More Excuses.
I did a two mile warm-up, taking Huge Dalmatian with me, and then ran the two miles down to Tynemouth Priory for some hill repeats. Ten reps, running up Pier Road, into the wind, rain, snow, etc. Really character building stuff, and I was pleased to be able to hold a time of 46 seconds right to the last one - though at the end of that one it did feel like I was dying.
Then I ran home for a hot shower and some lunch. In the shower, I noticed that I’d obviously got pretty cold (no, not that) - the front of my thighs had turned bright red. Hmmm. Also, the stretch marks I have on the outside edge of the muscles at the top of my thighs were really obvious.
What?! Yeah, when I was at school, I used to cycle a reasonable amount, but also, our cross country running routes all involved some serious hills. I was 15, and packed full of the sort of hormones that build muscles quickly. It did me no good on the rest of my body, but those muscles you use to do leg lifts (rectus femoris?) really responded fast. The result of this is that yes, I do have stretch marks.
If I could guarantee that you wouldn’t be eating while reading this, I’d post a photo. Then again, in the name of decency and good taste, it probably really is better if I don’t.
- Type: Run
- Date: 04/06/2008
- Time: 07:04:16
- Total Time: 1:20:00.00
- Distance: 7 miles
- Average Pace: 11:25.71/mile
- Ascent: 400 ft
- Descent: 400 ft