So it's just a couple of weeks until MY big race. 10K in Edinburgh. This is my marathon for this stage in my running.
So I woke up and got ready to run. Decided that I may need that running hat that I'd bought back in the summer, as it was looking very cold. 30 minutes of looking and I found it, put it on and thought nah!
Stepped out the door and a few rain drops hit me, no big deal it's October after all.
Got about 1k into my run and it's heavy rain and I'm still a bit cold at this point, should I just go home? hmmm, I'll give it a few more minutes.
About 500m later my music died, is someone trying to tell me something? I keep going listening to the soundtrack of my steps and breathing.
The rain stopped.
I keep going along my usual route, I'm doing an easy run, at the top end I feel good. Another decision, do I go right and finish my easy run or go left and swop to a long run. I go left. At 4K I've never felt this good. A bus passes me. I continue back into town about another 2k. I see the same bus again, this really picks me up. I got to the town the same time as those sitting on the bus.
I keep plodding on. Eventually I make it to the 9k point. Could I have made 10K? Yes but I didn't want to push myself too much and risk injury so close to my race.
I was really pleased with myself. I went a whole kilometre further than I'd managed before despite all my silly issues.
I started the C25K on 7th June, what a journey and definitely one of my best decisions I've ever made. I love the mental battle of each run, I've lost a few battles but I'm winning MY war.
Keep running, keep fighting, keep smiling!