I haven’t blogged for a while. I’ve been grumpy about running, then about not running and then about running again. I’m just not feeling it. I had a horrendous cold and after not running at all for a while finally managed to get myself out for 45 minutes at the start of this week. It was slow and it was awful and I skillfully managed to avoid going again on Thursday and again on Friday morning. Yep, the queen of excuses is back. Today I ran out of excuses. I knew I had to go. I need to get my running sparkle back. I have a marathon in 10 weeks for fucks sake – just get your fat arse out there and run.
So, we got back from feeding our sheep and moving our ram to another field and Kath just said we should go immediately, no sitting down, having half a bagle, sitting a bit to digest that and then go (or think of an excuse) – no, just go. I couldn’t think of a plausible reason to say no. So we went. We did 6 x 1 mile with 5 minute walking inbetween. So the idea is that you run the mile a bit faster than your normal long run pace (or run/walk) so for me that means that I try and run the full mile without walking. No run/walk intervals today, just me and one fucking long mile six fucking times. Here’s how it went
Mile 1: Fuck off, just fuck off
Mile 2: Downhill, I hate running downhill, I hate running actually
Mile 3:This is not fucking funny
Beginning of Mile 4: Ok, ok breathe, you’re ok
End of Mile 4: Seriously now, fuck off
Beginning of Mile 5: I HATE running
Middle of Mile 5: Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
End of Mile 5: I’m miserable, I am actually really fucking miserable
Start of Mile 6: Last one, come on, last one, yay, last one – fuck a mile’s a long way
3/4 of a mile left: FUCK
1/2 mile left: This mile is fucking endless
1/4 mile left: I’m gonna puke
Finish: I seriously might puke
2 minutes after finish: Haven’t puked – have to walk up hill
Top of hill: Can I cry now?
Home: I am not ever doing that again, it’s just fucking stupid
After hot bath and food: That wasn’t too bad, when are we running tomorrow?
So I am sort of glad that I went. My lungs are still full of crap and I am caughing it all up as a type (nice!). Now it is just about getting my head right and getting back in the routine of two 45 minute weekly runs and the long weekend runs. Let’s just not think about the really long one coming up next weekend. Let’s just pretend that’s weeks away!