shoulder muscles feeling boggy and sore, feet aching, eyes strained and a brain with the consistency of aspic jelly, I love my new job but after 3 days and two 5k runs at the start of May, it seems my runners-mojo has deserted me. I cannot, despite the best of intentions, find the energy at the end of the day to get out of my uniform and into my running kit, I'm currently finding the lure of a hot bath and a mug of tea much stronger than the lure of the nice weather, my running shoes and my awesomely amazingly awesome Tikiboo leggings.
I felt in a right funk the last few weeks, having gone for a Parkrun and, despite being assured that I could walk it, found I was left in the dust by everyone else and spent the 5k talking to the tailrunner, coming in 100 out of 100 people (I know there's no winners in parkrun but the time of 44 minutes was annoying, even if it does shave a whole 3 minutes off my Mayor's Run time. Speaking of: if the Mayor's Run was a fun run, why in the hell were there 'winners'? I didn't care much about my time in the rainbow run as being pelted with paint is fun and no one really cares about time there)
But tomorrow, with minor nudging from Mam, who's eager to get off the injury couch, we may go for a jog down the street together. I am missing running, I want my mojo back.
I need to find some more banging tunes to get me going.
On the bright side, I ordered my bridal shoes!