I've had such a topsy turvy week. A mixture of glumness, positivity, hope, despair, drunkenness and eventual resigned acceptance. So many blasted emotions which frankly I could have done without, but then this is what makes up life's rich tapestry innit?
Tuesday's run didn't sit too well with me. I was worried about lack of work (don't ever be a freelancer), the phone hadn't been ringing with the usual enquiries and I thought a long run in Richmond PArk would sort my head out. It did to a certain extent but three quarters of the way round the park it all got a bit too much for me. Tiredness and just plain old feeling glum rooted my feet to the ground, turning my legs into statues of concrete. But eventually I finished it and in a not too bad time as well, so in the end it wasn't as catastrophic as my brain was telling me.
I got home and the phone rang. A job! Whoohoo!! Only 5 days but better than a kick in the pants. It meant Mrs Dan and I could go to Tescos for the weekly shop and not feel scared of my card being rejected!!
Next Day : Went to work on my brand new scooter (a replacement for the one that got stolen 7 weeks ago) and parked up. Went to work, did my ten hours working with an extremely nice lady who wore very alluring perfume and at the end of the day, walked back to my bike. It wasn't there. It had been stolen! My brand new bike which I'd bought to replace my other brand new bike, stolen!! I sat on the kerb dumbstruck and after texting Mrs Dan the news, called the fuzz to report the theft. Once I'd done that, I got up carrying a mountain of things - heavy armoured bike jacket, bike trousers, helmet, and my heavy shoulder bag - and made my way to London's lovely overcrowded and impossible hot and stuffy underground train system. A tube, a train and a bus got me home where Mrs Dan (God bless her) was already waiting for me to give me a hug and a glass of shiraz. Most welcome!
The next day I had an interview for a gig and got it! Three weeks work on top of the five days I've got now so things started looking up. I decided to go for a run this morning and see if I could do it after a horrible week.
I ran 7K at a very comfortable pace of 6 mins per K. I even got a couple of "good morning's" from runners who were also out on the Thames path and that was nice. I completed it in exactly 42 minutes without stopping and I was very pleased with that. My head felt clearer and I got everything into perspective and generally enjoyed the endorphines flooding into my brain from the run. I definitely felt good cos I'd achieved what I'd set out to do and decided that although life can be a bit of a sod sometimes and get you down, when you pop outside and breathe the air, hear the birds sing their song, feel the wind blow and feel your feet go in rhythm, it can make you feel a HELL of a lot better.
This is a bit of a sombre blog and I'm sorry for that, but oddly, writing things down like this is good therapy! So whatever you're doing this weekend, enjoy your running and keep on doing it.