From HIIT Session, To Hard Hit.

Damp drop-offs from a cozy car.

I sit this morning, clutching my freshly made and steaming hot coffee for warmth, as I gaze out at the leaden grey sky enveloping my little piece of the world. Droplets of water wind their way down through the specks of dust welded to my windscreen. The children were a little reluctant to step out from the coziness of the car into the cool damp day. A day in stark contrast to that of not so long ago when I energetically stepped out for my second HIIT session…

The sun was shining brightly, but still retained the freshness of early morning. I inhaled slowly and deeply as I began walking to warm up, preparing my mind and body for what I reasonably expected would be an alternating experience of easy… Hard… Easy… Hard… Easy… Hard… Easy… Done!

The landscape was gently undulating, the surface a relatively smooth black tar road winding through bush alongside a country creek. I wasn’t wearing the most suitable shoes for the session, but given the fine conditions and obstacle free surface, what could go wrong?!

I picked up the pace and began my first set of higher intensity running, pushing until the timer gave me permission to slow down again to recover ready for “round two“… Easy, hard, easy.

I had barely regained my breath when the shrill sound of the timer screamed at me to speed up again. Still recovering from my first HIIT session, my somewhat sluggish muscles struggled to keep up the pace, but I pushed on as the gradient of the road fell slightly in my favour and gravity gave me a little more speed with no extra effort. “A walk in the park“ I thought smugly to myself.

As my right foot struck the barely-downward-slope of the surface, the ever so slightly increased impact put an almost imperceptible jolt through my struggling-to-get-fit body. I felt a painless “pop“ at the base of my right buttock and my leg suddenly stopped functioning, but my left enthusiastically continued to catapult me forward… Easy, hard, easy, hard… Splat!!!

My body parts struck the solid black surface in rapid succession – first the small embedded pebbles gouged my knees as my elbows and palms were thrust forward colliding with the ground in a vain effort to protect my upper body. Although, thankfully my face did not impact too harshly, my teeth thought my lips would provide some cushioning.

The slow motion spectacular – in my mind’s eye – concluded gracefully with my face to the ground and my back arching, my toes attempting to tap gently on the back of my head, in what I think skateboarders and the like might describe as a “scorpion“ pose.

The dust settled, my body relaxed back onto the ground and I paused for a moment, not actually sure I was still all in one piece. Slowly I lifted my limbs and managed to get upright. I glanced around, furtively hoping that no one had witnessed my clumsy humiliation.

As I took my first step I realised that the popping sensation was in fact my hamstring tearing, and it was beginning to hurt! I had no choice but to hobble back to my car (which I am sure was a lot further away than I first remember parking it) to slink home with my tail between my legs, nursing the pain of my wounds, and temporary defeat.

Nursing my wounds.

In the time that has passed since, I have recovered well but am not yet quite up to running. The recent rainy weather has provided some extra recovery time and I’m now looking forward to the opportunity – and a break in the weather – to both regain my dignity and a semblance of fitness.

I guess it will be literally always “one foot in front of the other” on the journey to health and vitality.

Have you encountered an unexpected and unseen obstacle on your journey?

5 thoughts on “From HIIT Session, To Hard Hit.

  1. Oh Anna I am amazed that anyone could describe their fall from grace when exhibiting a full on body meets ground event. Who would of thought that a trip and a falling over event would warrant such prose? Amazing description of the early morning runner taking a trip and hence a fall to the ground. What’s good about your description is that although one is lying prone on the ground there is this sense of indignation of having fallen. But wait there’s more, for you describe in such detail the fallen ones return to an erect position? A return to a somewhat bruised normal stance. Indeed the weather would have a lot to do with this situation and hence the seeking of the warm comfort of a mug of steaming hot coffee, I can relate to that.

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    1. We are always quick to report achievements, success and the like, so I thought it only fair to admit to the occasional defeat. A somewhat grandiose description of a relatively insignificant event, but as my musings are my own personal memories and interpretations, I guess I can have a bit of fun with it 😊 I did have a giggle as I imagined my fall from an outsider‘s point of view 😂
      Unlike the day I actually fell, today is the perfect day for a hot coffee… Hope you are enjoying one yourself 😁

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  2. I can see a book in your stars now! Your word craft and use of language is amazing. To be able to describe in such detail the act of falling over! When most would be thinking of getting back on their feet! It is similar to a person watching a movie and in the room there’s a clock, totally irrelevant to the story, but a clock never the less and it is telling a time. Most watching the movie would not even notice the clock let alone read its time! A beautiful piece of prose!

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