I've got to start this off with a confession. I love words. I read a lot, I write a lot, I talk a lot. Language interests and inspires me. I think this is part of the reason I am finding week 4 such a struggle, I HATE music with no lyrics. I can’t get lost in a repetitive beat but if there are some words, no matter how dodgy, I can at least distract myself a little. This week there was nowhere to hide.
As much as I'm giving myself props for the Christmas day running (Comm-IT-ted!) I was unimpressed with my efforts. I finished (just) but psychologically I wasn’t feeling very improved and I definitely took the easy options on several occasions, avoiding the hills in favour of gentle slopes.
The last 5 were the absolute worst! I forced myself to finish because I kept telling myself if you quit now you’ve to do this one more time and all this work will be wasted. But, excepting the slight smug satisfaction of finishing, I didn’t enjoy it one bit which does make me sad.
Oh and my calves hurt like crazy! This is new, they felt like they were so tight they might rip or something. I powered through but with genuine trepidation. All in all not a very happy Christmas run … but at least there was mulled wine at the end.