Hello lovely runners. I won’t say ‘fellow runners’ because I have been sadly absent from the local roads and tracks. I have met someone! He is amazing... my head is filled with daydreams and my legs wobbly with romantic possibility. It is all rather wonderful, but I am finding that instead of pulling on my running shoes in a spare hour, I will instead find my thoughts flying about and the time will pass without taking a single step.
I wonder if anyone else has felt their post should start a bit like a Catholic confessional: it has been 5 days since my last run, Father?
Right up until the 15 March I was running pretty much every other day, then a five day gap until I turfed myself out again... then another five day gap... I managed to force myself out this morning; it’s hard work, reconciling a fluffy fantasy world with the reality of the effort of running! Coughing up phlegm, feeling dehydrated and slightly nauseous didn’t feature at all in any of my fantasy scenarios.
I did get to 5k, but I must have stopped at least half a dozen times in the last 2k. To be fair, the wind was up again and I was over slightly spongy fields, so it was quite hard going. And the views were so pretty with the sun shining that I did sit on a tree stump for a while, just soaking it in. Thankfully the wind had a chill in it, or I might still be sitting there...