I have been absent for a few weeks due to erratic internet access while I was in NZ. However, I arrived back in the UK ten days ago and am looking forward to exchanging running highs and lows with all you lovely peeps once more. The photo is of my last high (three weeks ago now) when I was running along a deserted beach in Ohope, Bay of Plenty and feeling in tune with the world. The low was yesterday, when I ran 18K through grey cold drizzle and squelching mud to record a PW (personal worst) time per K which I dare not even divulge to you. Today I can barely walk and the prospect of my HM in three weeks time fills me with terror- not terror of not finishing, but of becoming a laughing stock, or worse, an object of pity- as I hobble through the finish an hour after everyone else.
I went for my first Pilates lesson today and the trainer informed me that far from being the exemplary physical specimen I imagined myself to be, I have a twisted spine, a dropped hip, spurs on my shoulder blades and extreme hyperflexion -'Which means ' he sadly informed me 'That your body is better suited to dancing than to running'. What a pity I have no sense of rhythm.
He wants me to see an osteopath and while between them, he feels they will be able to help me overcome, or at least cope, with my limitations, it is very unlikely this will be in time to avoid humiliation in the Bath half marathon.
So all in all not a good weekend. Never mind.Just looking at that beautiful beach still brings a smile to my lips. Running is about more than mere speed. New Zealand finally taught me to believe that!