Am I falling out of love with running? Actually, if I’m honest I was never really in love with running. I am struggling to find the motivation. I have only been out once this week and actually that was a great run – we went uphill and it was hard, proper hard, but I got further up the hill before stopping than I ever have before and I ran back down faster than I ever have before. I had that slightly smug achey feeling for a couple of days after and the run completely cleared my head.
But yesterday I couldn’t be bothered and today I can’t be bothered. It’s all odd because I am looking forward to the long run at the weekend. It’s the runs during the week that I just can’t motivate myself to do. It’s the routine ones I am struggling with.
I just read my first post on this blog – it talked about honesty and telling it like it is. So here it is: I can’t be bothered. Today I am not excited about running the London Marathon. Not because I don’t think I can do it or whatever, just because I can’t be bothered. I know that if I went out and ran I’d feel better, but I can’t be bothered. Today, right now, I couldn’t care less about running or about how it makes me feel better or what an achievement it is, how far I’ve come or any of that. I just can’t be bothered, with any of it.