October 2014

[Charliecat5]

Admittedly my running journey is a bit of a roller coaster… full of ups and downs… but overall I have always been content that I am moving forward, albeit somewhat slowly. I feel as though I have progressed from 13, to the Nemesis, to Oblivion, then Rita and finally to the Smiler (You’ll need to know Alton Towers to understand that… just think roller coasters).

But over the last couple of weeks, well since I had my cold (aka man flu), I have fallen off the wagon, and fallen hard. Down I have gone, crashing through a barrel of fat, making illicit passes at the pastry counter, before landing squarely in a carriage marked “Sloth”.

On the way I have been tempted by the chocolate cupboard, fallen in love with American Pale Ale and am about to be seduced by a George Stafford’s Black Pudding.
The result is not pretty. This morning’s outing was the worse trip since I first started this torrid affair with running. There was nothing in the tank (physically or spiritually). The only positive is that I made it round the 4.5 mile loop driven by a determination that I was going to make it however long it took … and it took a long time.

Time for a ‘reset’, a small break, to get my metaphorical house in order. I am going walking in the Lakes next weekend with the Boy so I am going to have some time off and leave the running until I have a new pair of running shoes (to cure the blisters and to give myself a psychological boost) and have got my diet and state of mind back in the right place.

And then it’s a fresh start… me against the Downs and my Demons as I head towards my first race in February.