For some strange reason that I can't really explain, my mojo has been missing this week. I last ran on Tuesday, which was a good run, but then my mojo just upped and disappeared π€·πΌββοΈ.
I put running off on Thursday, swerved it on Friday, had good intentions on Saturday morning, but nope, no mojo ππΌββοΈπ’.
In a post convesation with dijep yesterday evening, she told me that she was sure I'd find my mojo under the sofa cushions somewhere π, and she was right! I had just finished watching the lovely Daniel Craig in "Skyfall" and was plumping up the sofa before heading to bed, and there it was, my mojo!! That was it - within 5 minutes I had laid out my running gear for the morning π.
Today's run was my 35 minute run. I ran a slightly different route which was a pleasant change, but also planned deliberately so that I couldn't duck out again, just in case my mojo was wobbly. As my husband and son were playing tennis this morning, I asked them to take me with them to the club and I would run home. This meant that I ran a good stretch along a busy main road, which is something of a novelty for me (and won't do me any harm), before I was able to cut off and onto the common land and run my lovely woodland tracks and trails.
Next week's longer run steps up to 40 minutes. I am edging closer to that elusive 5k, but taking it gradually has kept the injuries at bay, so I am grateful. Fingers crossed, it isn't too far away now.
Happy running everyone, keep your mojos on their toes! ππββοΈπ²