I gave blood on Monday. I’ve done it once before and I’m always surprised by two things. 1) How woozy I feel for the rest of the day and 2) how quickly the body recovers from losing a pint of pretty essential fluid.
While I was lying on the bed with my lifeblood trickling out of me to jeers from the nurse (my body was reluctant to let go of the red stuff on this occasion and the nurse had to hurry me up a few times) I asked a fairly innocent question: “How long should I wait to do exercise?”. And I received a simple answer “Oh you’ll be fine tomorrow. Are you a pretty serious runner?”. Her question wasn’t asked in a professional capacity to get further information which might change her first answer; it was just conversational. I told her that I usually run 12km with a club round Glen Tanar estate. That was pretty much the whole conversation. Continue reading “Giving blood and training”
Mince and Skirlie 