I've had a big day at work today assessing students as they carried out some practical work. I knew it was coming but it's still pretty tiring, on my feet all day, wits about me collecting evidence for marks, weighing up each performance against the next so it's quite full on. Oh I didn't mention I was assessing cooking and yes I do need to test it all. So in random order I've had mouthfuls of minestrone, tandoori prawns, apple pie, lamb curry, baked cod, tuiles with mouse, home made burgers, tagliatelle, tiramisu, steak, chocolate pot, Mexican fish and panacotta. All lovely in themselves but...
So I when I got home it was turning cold and foggy, Mr Slippers had a fire on the go and offered a cup o' tea. That's it, the couch got me. I didn't have a chance. I did have a good excuse, I was really tired, it was getting cold, it was foggy and would be dark soon. And I felt too fat and sick to move. Just for today I could cut myself some slack and get back on track tomorrow.
Forty winks later I started thinking to myself. It would have been easy not to start this program within a week of my dad's funeral. It would have been easier not to run in the dusky gloom of January and February. It would have been easier to stop when I struggled with my breathing and pains in my shins. Easier not to run in the cold. Easier to avoid the rain. Definitely easier not to run into hail and gale force winds. Easier to find dry routes with no deep puddles. Easier not to do rotten runs over shingle and swampy marshes. Easier not to have to straddle tree trunks after the storm damage. Clearly there are easier ways!
So I shoke off my lardy snooze. Got out and completed W8R3. Towards the end when I was tiring and feeling the gravitational pull of all those calories weighing me down with heavy tandoori thighs and bouncy blamange belly I had to work on my negative thoughts. The last five minutes were a bit of a battle but surely all those calories would give me energy. I started to list all the foods I'd eaten, sounding each syllable with each pace. I pounded along, panna-cotta, tan-dor-i and imagined the energy lift all that rich food must be giving me. For once I made a flying finish.
Yes there are easier ways, and yes it's easy to make excuses but none of that gives me the great sense of satisfaction that I feel now. Thanks to Laura and thanks to all you running buddies. Enjoy.