Started week 8 yesterday but goodness knows what was up with me! Woke late to start with and that meant Laura would be competing with the roar of the traffic and I would be competing with the kids on their way to school. Didn't really fancy the idea of that so when my dear hubby suggested we go out to Malltraeth I jumped at the idea. He could do a bit of photography while I had a nice flat run in a beautiful location. Had a lovely bowl of porridge too as I wouldn't be running straight away and thought it would have time to settle as I normally can't eat anything at all before running.
Well, he dropped me off by the viaduct and drove on to the car park. All was going well, watching flocks of lapwing swirling overhead, and a completely flat road. Reached the bund and waved at my hubby as I passed him and ran into a woman with 6 dogs and that's where everything seemed to fall apart for me. The dogs were obviously interested in someone who was running and thought it might be fun and a couple nosed at me as I was passing and as she apologised for them (and I honestly hadn't minded them) I turned to answer her and didn't spot the one sneaking in front of me and nearly fell over it! It seemed to throw me off my stride and that bowl of porridge seemed to settle more heavily in my stomach. Never mind I could at least enjoy the views. But no, the wind was blowing in from the side and the curtain of hair meant I could see very little at all *sigh*. And that was it for me. My mind so easily switched and my pace dropped and I'm sure i could have walked faster than I was running. It would have been so easy to stop at that point but I carried on anyway.
It's times like these that you realise how precious everything is. My husband had a repeat scan yesterday and this will tell us the progression (or hopefully not) of his cancer. We decided to enjoy Christmas with the kids and get the results in the New Year so perhaps it was part stress of that welling over me or perhaps it was just 'one of those runs'. Anyway I turned around and this time the wind was at least keeping my hair off my face and as I headed towards the end of the bund again I could see my hubby and all of a sudden I picked up my pace and was running properly and it was a lovely feeling to get back to him. I also realised that I could probably have run like that all the way. So this game is often more a case of mind over matter! Hopefully my mind will be in a better mood for tomorrow's run But in any case I didn't stop in spite of wanting to and managed to run for 28 mins yeay