I am mad. Officially. My 82 year old mother told me so it must be true.
I went to visit my parents In Ireland last week which was lovely but I couldn't read a single post as technology doesn't live there. I got the daily emails on my phone ok which was tantalising but I couldn't open them which was frustrating. I missed you guys and missed what everyone was up to so have lots of catching up to do now.
Anyway the good news is that I managed to get three runs done on Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday which I'm delighted with. Sunday's run was lovely. Weather was crisp but sunny, I met 3 other runners (!) which I rarely do at home as I usually run off the beaten track a bit, so I get a bit excited when I see others out and about. All very friendly as you'd expect in Ireland (mostly!)
Tuesday's run was a different matter altogether. Made an early start, weather was very cold, damp but not raining and very windy. That's OK I thought I'll get the winter kit on and I'll be fine. Was aiming for a nice steady 5K, do half to the traffic lights and then turn for the other half. Warm up walk lovely, did a few stretches, jumps, kicks, etc to get the blood flowing, then off I went for the first 2.5K. Thanked the running gods! I had the wind behind me and it was literally pushing me along! Fantastic. It made the run so much easier. But you know what I'm going to say. I had to turn at the traffic lights and run into it on the way back! Oh er.
OMG, it was so strong that at times I was just standing still. But I carried on determined to keep moving. I was managing OK, not fast but OK and then the running gods decided to throw a strop. It started to sleet! Not rain, sleet. Straight at me. Big, hard, cold drops of icy fingers lashing at my face and body. This was hard. I had run in the rain before but this was completely different. The wind made it all the more icy and at times I couldn't even breath! Drivers were looking at me probably wondering who this mad woman was running in this weather. I used to be one of those drivers.
But then a revelation. I was loving this. They were sitting nice and warm in their cars not going very fast at all. I was out there facing the elements and loving it! I run with epic orchestral type music (you know the stuff that you go into battle with!) and I really did feel like a warrior. Me against the elements. Yes! This is what it's all about I thought. Exhilarating!
I didn't have waterproof clothes on and I could feel the sleet make its way through my layers and to my skin. But I didn't care. I kept going until I'd done the 5K then a 10 minute walk to my parents' house.
I was taking my shoes off at the front door when I heard my mother's voice, " you are absolutely mad".
"I know" I said "but I love it". She looked at me as if she didn't really know who I was anymore. I don't know who I am anymore! My face was pink and tingling from the wind and sleet, my nose was streaming, my thighs were actually numb and quite painful and when I took my leggings off they were so wet you could wring them out! But you know what? I absolutely loved it!
I was on a high the rest of the day. Talk about addiction! I've got it bad.
PS It's great to be back.