I set out before 7am with the traitor voice in my head on a loop during the warm up walk "Why are you doing this." " You hate running really." "Your joints are going to hurt like hell later." "Why not just go round the block and back home?" I'm sure lots of people have had these thoughts at the start of a run.
Well, I hadn't been running more than a minute when I realised I'd left my inhaler at home. Oh the perfect excuse. I could stop and go home. As I ran along arguing with myself, with good head voice pointing out I'd never actually had to stop and use it during a run, when it suddenly dawned on me that I'd run through the tough first 5minutes of ragged breathing and had settled into a nice pace and I was really enjoying myself. The inhaler problem was just the distraction I needed to shut up traitor head voice.
Anyway I got to thinking about thinking, and how just thinking about distances and times and achey bit and breathing when I'm running is a recipe for a terrible run. So I let my thoughts wonder off to my lovely Dad who we lost at the end of last year after a ferocious fight against prostate cancer. I remembered things I hadn't thought about since I was little- silly little things, funny things, good times and tough times. Things that in the normal rush and bustle of everyday life there never seems enough time to remember. In the end I ran 6k whilst lost in my thoughts and could have carried on if I hadn't reached the end of my route.
So that was my run. Just me and my dad. No effort, no strain, no puffing and blowing, no 'only another km until it's time to stop.' I've no idea of my time but I don't care. I was running on automatic whilst my brain was otherwise engaged and it was wonderful.