When I looked out the window this morning I was quite excited at the prospect of running in the snow, but the voice of doom interrupted my happy snow day thoughts, telling me it was too risky to run. Well, who needs gremlins when you’ve got Mr Razouski putting a downer on your enthusiasm to run?
I had an 8km run planned as part of gradual recover to full running fitness and I really didn’t want to postpone. Who knows where my mojo might take itself off to, if I neglect it for too long? So then I did the unthinkable... packed my running kit into my gym bag and asked Mr Raz to meet me at the gym with it later.
After walking into town for a few errands, I then walked to the gym, crunching through the snow in my Timberlands, and at least getting a warm up walk outside.
The dreadmills were lined up inside the door, and I looked at them with disdain. 😒Could I really put myself through this?
It was time to try out my latest playlist - songs from musical theatre and film. And what a godsend that was. The first kilometre was accompanied by Greased Lightening followed by You’re the One That I Want. But then the music stopped. There was no way I could continue... The bloomin’ WiFi at the gym had stopped working, but after a bit of faffing I managed to get my music working, by which time my running machine had turned itself from pause to off, and my 1km progress had disappeared. 😡Then In fact, thanks to the suggestions from many of you in the forums I had an excellent playlist which got me to 5k without too much trouble.
At 5k I started to tire and the track One Short Day from Wicked didn’t help. All that nasal wailing... What on earth was I thinking about when I decided to put that on the list. I should have listened to misswobble who had described Gravity as a crock. Misswobble this was also a crock and I think my brain must have been affected by my chest infection, that’s the only reason I can think of for this aberration. I was almost on the point of switching the machine off and calling it a day... it was just too tedious. And I was getting hot. Far hotter than I would have been out there in the snow. Should I stop or should I take my running vest off and risk running in my sports bra - oh how I wished for that bikini running 👙 suggested by Wimborne yesterday.
By the time I’d finished arguing with myself I’d done 5 and a half k and it seemed daft to stop now. T-Rex came along to help me with my decision to keep going. Ride a White Swan (thanks Mr Hidden ) and We Like to Boogie both used in the sound track to Billie Elliot were just the thing to keep me going, so keep going I did.
The next 2 and a half kilometres weren’t too bad... although I can’t say they were the most enjoyable I’ve ever run. But old tunes such as Cabaret, and Sit Down You're Rocking the Boat (Guys and Dolls) were worth running to listen too.
So I did it, I only went and ran 8km on the dreadmill! Something I said only, a couple of days ago, was pretty impossible . And for my last few hundred metres I enjoyed trying to avoid doing the Time Warp as I ran along.
Feeling a great sense of achievement. 😀
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7k done and can't quite believe it!
Well, I did it! :-)
OMG I did it!-report from Birmingham 10k 
