For no real reason I've just not been able to get moving this week and my last run was 6 days ago. Maybe it's been the rain and hail, maybe it's been looking at a miserable Poppy getting over her operation (maybe she needs someone to sit with her?), maybe it's because I've got a lot in my mind, maybe I'm just lazy, but it would be so easy to give up now.
Older daughter had other ideas and literally bullied me out of bed this morning to restart with week 8 as I really didn't get that week properly under my belt. We set off early in the cold morning air with Laura and headed for daughter's favourite route amongst the nearby hills. It was clear that I couldn't keep up the pace so she went on ahead doing an extra loop to double back to me. I got hot so hid my jumper in the bushes to retrieve later. A runner coming towards me said "hurry up Mum and mind the ..." as he disappeared into the distance. Through the gates and reunited way beyond my usual route we headed for the hills. "I want to get to the top of that hill!" she called with her youthful enthusiasm. Looking at my horrified face she said I could take the low path and meet her at the end.
I lurched ahead and had just got to an unknown field when I saw what the previous runner had warned about. "mind the ... dogs!". Free running large dogs who didn't look too friendly. I didn't want to get too far from my daughter so headed uphill towards her direction. This was not running, more crawling and my lungs were bursting as I got to the top, through the gate to safety and caught a glimpse of her at the top of the adjacent hill. Between us were steep cliffs and mud, lots of mud after all the rain, there was no option but to head downhill clinging to the barbed wire fence for support. At the bottom were three men yelling at my daughter who was still up high. Confused, she headed to where she had last seen me and I turned back again to meet up with her. It turned out that the men were concerned that she was lost and that I was desperately trying to find her (beetroot face strikes again). We turned towards home but I was definitely flagging. "Come on Mum, the walkers behind are catching us up". I really didn't think I could even complete the last 60 seconds and was almost in tears. It was only the encouragement of my daughter that kept me going. I found my jumper and listened to the music as we walked ... the words said something about "is there any other way out of this?" and I was wondering too, in my exhaustion being a couch potato had its merits! In hindsight I can see that I was running beyond my comfortable pace, a bit stressed - and I do miss Poppy's company.
I know this is good for me in so many ways but this week has been mentally tough and when I get low I tend not to eat properly. That doesn't help, but I'm back running again and hope I can get back on track - after all, I've got a badge to get and weight to lose!