September 4th 2018
Today our weekly five-a-side football match returned after a summer hiatus. I’ve been looking forward to it, but I was worried how it would affect my current running schedule. Because I’m currently committed to running at least 5km every day, I had to decide to either do a double session, and go for a run at lunchtime and play football in the evening, or just count football as my 5km run for today.
I could put my GPS watch on indoors and it would track my distance: it usually adds up to over 5km, so I would technically have reached my goal, but something about that felt like cheating. I knew that if at the end of this week I claimed to have ran for 21 consecutive days (as is my plan) but one of those days was a football session, then I would have felt slightly impure about that.
And so, I went for a 10km run at lunchtime and played football in the evening. I’m not sure my legs will thank me for that decision in the morning, but I know it was the right thing to do. Over the past few weeks it’s become weirdly important for me to finish this self-inflicted challenge, and I don’t want to have to put an asterisk next to the “completed it” I’m going to mentally present myself upon completion of the challenge.
I don’t want there to be any ifs, buts or conditions, I just want to complete it. And so, it was a double session. And no, football is not the equivalent of a hard run, but it is an additional strain on my increasingly tired legs.
The donner kebab and chips I had for dinner directly after football was probably a strain on my body too, just for very different reasons.
Until tomorrow, at least five more days.