I have been reading every day here as usual but not posting or commenting much which is a sure sign that my running isn't going too well. I have been impressed and interested to see how many people have kept up their running through lockdown and found it a help. I think I have got there now but for me it has been a bit of a bumpy ride. I read oldfloss's post the other day and was quite relieved to find that I was not the only one! Long post warning!!
On March 8th I ran (slow as a slow thing but I did it) the Chester 10k. I was over the moon. I really didn't think I could and then I did. So when lockdown hit I really didn't want to lose my very hardwon fitness. It has taken me more than a year to get to be able to run that far and I will never be quick. It is still hard work sometimes so I was pretty sure that if I stopped running for a month or two that would be it - gone.
Now normally I do not run from home. We live halfway up a very steep hill on the Clwydian Hills in North Wales. You can go very steeply up or very steeply down but you can't go flatly anywhere until you are a good twenty minutes from home. So that is the practical problem. And at the beginning of lockdown there was also the emotional turmoil of being shut away from family and friends. I am generally quite a calm and easy going person and we knew that we are very lucky: no health problems, reliable pension income, no young children to care for or bored teenagers to keep cheerful. We live in a beautiful place. We have a large garden so plenty to do. From the outset we said that if we couldn't do it, with all our advantages, who could? So in many ways preparing for and living in lockdown has been fine. I have blogged about it here if you are interested welshhillsagain.blogspot.com But it seemed to be taking quite a bit of my emotional energy. I felt tired and at the beginning I did not sleep well, rare for me, sleeping is one of my specialties.
So I managed nothing more than walking up to the top of our hill and running down a couple of times a week at most for about a month. That makes a run of about 2.5k. I didn't bother with strava or stats. It hardly felt worth it. It didn't feel enough and yet it felt like as much as I could manage. I felt I was hardly running at all and yet I couldn't raise the energy or the desire to do any more. A few weeks ago I thought I should see if I could find another way of doing it so with much encouragement from my husband I decided the thing to do was to walk/run up and run down, aiming to improve my time every so slightly.
The first couple of times were so hard I nearly gave up but slowly, trying to run a couple of times a week and three on a good week, I have got better. Here in Wales, lockdown is still pretty tight and we are not supposed to drive for exercise so I am stuck here with my hill for at least another couple of weeks but oddly I am learning to love it. Today I did my fastest time ever. I still can't run all the way up and I might never manage that but coming down is great and feels like flying. Even going up is beginning to feel less like purgatory.
One day soon I hope I might drive to the sea and run down there or drive to my favourite run by the river but in the meantime I am so glad I didn't give up entirely when it felt impossible. I didn't desert running and it hasn't deserted me. Thank heavens for that.