Yesssssssssss! That looks like a decent, easy run!

I had a really rough night on Friday night.

Wouldn't wish it on anyone.

Massive digestive distress.

Not fun. At all.

I had to take it easy on Saturday.

So I skipped parkrun.

I wanted to ease out of bed slowly.

It was the first time in many, many months that I had missed sunrise.

But it was what my body needed.

Slow. Gentle. Easy.

I took the whole day easy.

I drank gently.

I ate slowly.

I moved less.

By Saturday night I no longer felt nauseous.

And the pain levels had dropped significantly.

I slept better that night than I had in months.

(No doubt the sleep deprivation from the night before helped!)

When I woke this morning my belly felt a little tender but not bad.

I figured the company of a run in the bush would do me good.

I also figured it it was too hard for me to keep up I could bail at any point.

At 5:40 am I was ready to run.

Hands running gently over my belly as I started walking to the meeting point.

When Brad caught up I tried a slowish jog on the flat.

We arrived on time to meet the others.

They were happy to see us.

I was happy to see them too.

And for 6.66km I oscillated between cruising on the flats, walking fast (ish!) up the hills, trying to make up time on the downhills, and letting them do extra on the out-and-backs while I walked at snail's pace to recover.

There was no shaming.

There was no criticising.

There was no problem.

I just did what my body could do and as I look at the stats on hindsight, I think I did pretty bloody well.

Screenshots courtesy of Garmin Connect. Cadence shows how much I walked. Heart rate shows that I did manage to listen to my body really well. And the fact that I managed an hour, with friends, getting up and down hills, on trails is a massive win.

Here's to more wins.