Hello blog readers.
I had thought that this year my tormentors had all gone underground, but it appears not. Since the beginning of March I have slowly started to remember where I had come from, although the brainwashing has left its mark when I continued to exercise on line, for my tormentors to see until the end of lockdown 1. It seems there is no escape. I am starting to have visions again, the couch seems a familiar and comfortable place to be, as if it is the only place to be. Flash backs are coming from deep within the recesses of my mind. Could it really be 10 years ago that I joined the 'PWR' Chapter of 'The Running Community' Where has that time gone?
Lockdown has seriously thrown a spanner in the works of 'The Running Community'. My head hurts! What happened to me? How have I gotten this far into running! I loved being a couch potato.......didn't I? I am remembering, yes, it's coming back now! Watching the t.v.! It's the only way to live! How I miss the conversations over who Phil Mitchel is beating up and who else Ken Barlow has slept with. How I miss the endless conversations over who is the father of Michelle's baby, blending with the cacophony that was a Friday night at the pub. It did happen, didn't it? I did enjoy those things, didn't I?
I feel weak and confused. My tormentors made contact during the week to 'meet by the boxing club'! Was that a gentle reminder to be there.....or else? With the fear of 'Boxing Club' hanging over me I left this morning to meet two of my tormentors. It was Pat and Paul, two of my oldest friends, and my pastor! I remember now. I encouraged them to start running! So deep within 'The running community' I had become, I was one of the chief encouragers.....and am still encouraging......am I?! In fact, I am so involved in 'The PWR Chapter of Running Community' I am actually a leader!! How far have I become involved with the runners, is there anyway back to Couch Potatoism?! I was the one who encouraged.....and lead Pat and Paul to become involved with the ' The Running Community'. Every Saturday morning, they were there learning, training, doing their homework to run 5k.....until second lockdown came. Could it be that 'Lockdown is a cover for Couch Potatoism to regain some of their followers? Will I again become a lover of Couch?
My tormentors were smiling as I pretended that I ran from home, I didn't want to raise suspicions that I thinking again of 'Couch', I know if I ever to mention Couch then I should add '2 5k' on the end of it. I can remember that much of my days of being a solo runner, how I slipped back to 'couch' after I attempted to do 'Couch 2 5K' without the support of 'PWR Chaptor' It's a great disguise. My tormentors didn't waste anytime in getting me moving again, oh how I long to be tucked up under my duvet. But my two tormentors were to strong for me. They have remembered everything that I and the other leaders had shown them, the skipping, the high knees, even the side star jumps as they raised their heart rates and warmed their muscles. I was behind them, walking, but ready to react with a skip if they turned around and looked at me.
The running started, all the tracking devices were switched on, just so 'The Running Community' can keep an eye on me. There is no escape, Garmin, Jabra, Strava! I was all ready exhausted, but I daren't take a walk, my tormentors were too close to me. I will bide my time. I realised that Pat has become one of the 'Top runners' known as 'Adrenalin Junkies!' She is non stop running. Occasionally she throws a comment my way "Just one foot in front of the other". Where have I heard that before! My mind is beginning to get weak again. Why have I never been issued with 'Adrenalin' Do they just hand that out to beginners to hook them in'? I don't remember having it when I first went on a run. All I can remember was the pain, the look of despair on my face, the look of pity of those that I passed by!
I was grateful that we had a lot of rain for the last couple of days 'It's too wet to go on the grass" PastorPaul had said. Thank heavens for small mercies. Maybe my tormentors would make their way to the end. But no, they went in the opposite direction, back they way we had come, and then along the narrow path towards......what was that place called.....oh yes.....turn around lamppost! Surely now Pat the Adrenalin will run back. But she didn't. Still smiling at me, we ran along the fences of the school. She informed that 'this bit she sprints on'. In my frazzled tired mind I thought I would give her space! I realised I was wrong in that assumption, as she intended to run to the end, to the road, before turning back for the little sprinty section.
Both PastorPaul and AdrenalinPat were in front of me, I could take a couple of walking breaks. As soon as they got to the end and they turned back, if I planned it carefully I could just turn around when they came back to me again. I soon realised that was a mistake though, as we approached the 'sprint' bit. "Sprint!" my tormentor shouted, I saw PastorPaul take off, she then turned on me "Sprint!" The brainwashing must have kicked in again as I sprinted to the end of the path. Jabra was talking in my ear as it said I was running at 8. something minute mileing! I can't believe I ran that fast. Surely know 'The Running Community' will allow me some of that Adrenaline! But no, nothing, I just felt sick!
My tormentors were in front of me, I guess they felt safe for that to happen as they only way to go now was home. I followed them, is the famous elusive mojo ready to show itself! I wasn't sure! I feel I am being lead back to the 'Running Community' Already I am looking forward to next Saturday! It's too late for me!
There was a glimmer of hope for my tormentors and me, as they discussed breakfast while we started out stretching. "A spoons breakfast, a full english" I remember this! It's a favourite meal of the original 'Couch Potatoes' It is usually enjoyed after a heavy drinking session and a curry the night before! So keen were they to get to spoons before the deadline of 11:00 that we discontinued the stretching, opting instead to walk fast to the car!
My tormentor took a picture of our breakfast, was it because it stirred memories deep within her mind!?
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