Yesterday i trained like a real runner. I took my old racing shoes (see picture), did some warming up (old muscles need some, even at 26 degrees Celsius) and ran 10*2 minutes, pause 1 minute jogging.
Pulse raised in the intensive intervals from 157 till 172, rest pulse raised from 130 till 144.
I had a funny experience, when doing some stretching exercises near the Van Starkenborgh canal with a favourite tree as sparring partner. On the waterfront a woman was sitting down, making a mobile phonecall. The subject was rather private -about her social security payment- and i was feeling like intruding into her privacy.
But it was my favourite tree, where i always do my stretching exercises, even in snow storms, moments at which she is nipping her caffe latte from her payment in a warm and cosy place.
In this confusing mood i started my training, pretending to be an athlete.