Hi all, I am getting up every other day at 5:30 to run around the roads, bridleways, paths and not so beaten tracks around my house, and I am getting a little bit well boreds not the right word for it, I think weary.
There's no point mentioning that 5:30 is going to tire you out, of course it is and that might be the problem. I don't know I'm just missing something.
Maybe it's the fact that I've done week 9 and not got the desire at the moment to do the next push. Maybe it's I don't have the time as I realy have to be back by the time mini-me gets up.
It might be the 1:30\2am wake up of the tiny one for a feed. I'm just not getting it.
Although saying all that, I am still having some fun.
I left this morning and decided to do an old favourtie it's just over 5km and I cracked it off in 37 minutes. Not too happy about the time as it was slower than Mondays 5km run. Yes ok obvious observation you sharp eyed wits, of course a run which is over 5km is going to take longer than one which is 5km, but you know what I mean.
Had a podcast on which was set at 145bpm - that gets the legs pumping.
Anyway off I ran, and up the hill I went. I remeber in week 3 or so the hill seemed to go on for ever and I think it was a 5 minute run section which I did and was so grateful for the walking rest at the top. Not today, just ran up the hill and carried on running without a care in the world.
Now it was very very cold this morning, for the boys amoungst you all, you will remeber the school days when you went to school in short trousers, and youe used to chase each other around the plaground on a winters morn, trying to slap the thighs of your friends - or was that just me? Well it was that sort of cold, if anyone had given me a slap, I would have probably shed a tear and slapped your thigh back!
So the ground was frozen underfoot. Which was interesting on the down hill bridle way stretch as the horse's hoof marks were very treacherous to run on. Could have turned an ankle - ooo.
But no I had the balance of a mountain goat, leaping from mound to mound. Till I felt the slap slap of a loose lace, oh well trot on just over this very wet muddy bit and deal with it on the other side.
Here is a tip I will give you for free, dear readers. Never ever leave your shoe lace untied, not even if it's for a moment.
So having run on hard spikey ground I manage to find myself face planted in a puddle of deep stinky mud - flippin winner.
Only one thing for it, run it off. The embarresment the shame the stench of failure.
Well not really failure as I continued running, and I finished the route, with cursory nod to fellow runner in the opposite direction.
Maybe that's why I'm feeling a bit down, or maybe, I just took the wrong route.
Having re-read this post I think the problem might be a touch of SAD, which is daft considering we are in March and the sun is shining. The issue probably is that before last Sunday there was daylight when I left and now meh it's all dark. But not for long!
Laters Potaters - from your disaster prone running chum