Gremlins that is, not Mr and Mrs Spaniels this time. Yesterday, I woke at 5.30am rolled over for 5 mins, next thing I know it’s 6.36am and the lovely Sarah M has already completed the warm up walk without me. ‘Come on Pet, yer laggin’ behind.’ So I stumbled into my clothes, quickly glugged down some water. Never again will I do this, as it spent the next 30 minutes trying to come back up again.
Downside of being late - I only had time for 25 mins running time, upside - Mr and Mrs Spaniels had gone from the rec. I won’t see them until next week if I run on Sat instead of Fri. But I might choose Fri if it suits me (Ooooo, get me now!) and I can actually rake myself out of bed now it’s dark in the morning. I seemed to have turned into a hedgehog.
I wish running was simple and straight forward. It should be that way, right? After all it’s only the action of putting one foot in front of the other for half an hour. It’s just exercise. Why do I find it such an emotional upheaval? Is it a woman thing? Do blokes just get out there and run, not thinking about anything else?
I am hyper-emotional (I’ll just make up my own terms). I might cry about that snail I just crunched into the ground if I think about it long enough (sorry snail!). It’s like every emotional nerve ending I have is plugged into the ether the moment I set foot outside the front door - in my running clothes. I am a relatively normal human being when dressed in everyday clothes (but don’t look too closely). Just one that might crumble a bit if you poke me too hard.
Everything about running seems contradictory: the overarching feeling I have about it - if you asked me - is that I love it, but at the time I hate it; it’s really hard - but I can’t wait to get back out on the next run, only to hate it! I feel so self conscious about the way I look, how I breathe (I literally grunt at times to get through it), how I run; but I can’t wait to do it again.
I can’t get my head around it, I’m worn out & drained with all this over thinking. I guess I hadn’t bargained on it exhausting the old noggin side of things. I don’t want to be that person who jacks it all in, I want to carry on. I’ve come this far and learnt so much about life, myself, perspective. Things I really didn’t expect to gain from starting this and that I am so grateful for. And other people’s journeys have been so inspiring, enlightening, heartwarming, hilarious, humbling. This community is just phenomenal and one of the very best things about c25k.
I suppose I feel at my most vulnerable when I am jogging (apart from maybe now!), putting myself out there is a really big deal for me. I wish I could get over myself, for God’s sake woman!!! I need to build up a shell just like that poor old snail. And not give a toss. And I suppose the only way to do that is to keep going. I thought the hardest part was over, when I graduated 2 months ago. I guess I got that wrong too!
You lovely lot have given me so much emotional support already - I’m not writing this to seek out more. There’s a limit to what anyone can say. I have to work this out on my own. I just needed to vent, get it out in the open, not bottled up. And maybe it’ll help someone else feeling the same way (or am I the only nutter?!).
I need a Worzel Gummidge running head, if anyone’s got one going spare?
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