Anyone else see the moon last night while out on their run? It was quite amazing and a pleasure to see peaking out behind the clouds as I struggled ever onwards.
I've been out of action for 5 weeks or so. I was on week 8 run 1 when I was hit with a head cold that lasted for a couple of days then having a break to recover led to 10 days then to two weeks and so on, you get the picture.
My gremlins of self-doubt returned and ever the self-esteem saboteur I found any excuse not to run whilst promising myself I would do it tomorrow or start again next week.
Well, I lost patience with myself and got back out again last night starting at week 6 run 1. Boy was it hard and in the 8min run I was seriously considering packing it in, but I didn't.
And then of course there was that big, bright moon shining down on me and my foibles, a cool breeze that made my skin tingle, a hint of rain and the heady smell of the lavendar fields in their last bloom.
You see it's just so much better to struggle through than sitting on the sofa, hating myself for being fat, lazy, giving-up, wallowing in self-pity and not doing anything about it. I will not give up on myself, no matter how long this takes.
So onto week 6 run 2...