Somewhere along the way in amongst all the health gremlins I lost my running mojo. I may have spent two hours on Christmas Day and two hours on Boxing Day on exhilarating Cornish walks but was finding the excuses gremlin winning every time. Worries about my ability to run with frozen shoulder, plantar fasciitis, and IBS, added to my general lack of self confidence and self belief, and the fact that I do find it incredibly hard work possibly due to a heart murmur I've had since birth.
I realised that I've found my way round all these difficulties before and just needed to identify what it was in particular which kept stopping me from getting out the door and running. I also realised that the duration of running had been daunting me ever since my running was disrupted by these health matters. Also, trying to keep up with other people's progress doesn't make any sense and I have had to consciously let go of any comparisons / competitiveness.
I decided to just try and enjoy a small amount of running, which might help to conquer the health issues as well as the mental downs. So, I ran W6R2 a couple of times, which proved challenging due to IBS but I did just make it without disaster (emphasis on 'just'...).
Yesterday on the spur of the moment decided to step it up to W6R3 and I made it and no IBS issues at all- no plantar flare-up- and no slips, trips, falls or having to dodge past anything, all of which are very, very bad for the frozen shoulder. I'm thrilled to be slowly getting back to some sort of form, even if it is still very much way behind where I could have been... I was out for 42mins in all, covered 5.33km including warm up and a long warm down, and a very slow pace of 6:51 / km was my fastest split. I am trying not to be competitive with myself though and just be glad my body is allowing this much running - of course I feel so much better for managing to get out! The lovely thing is, W6R3 is when Laura says 'I reckon you're a proper runner'- a wee bit emotional for me to hear that again yesterday and so strangely comforting and reassuring, even though I know she doesn't actually know me and my own battles! Oh, and this morning the scales say I'm down 2lb, even if it goes back up to only a 1lb loss I am thrilled to be on the move downward again!
Moral of the story, I guess, is don't give up, enjoy your running, and remember that when you do get out and it's good, it really is worth it