It’s usually easy to work out where motivation comes from, but a loss of motivation can be more mysterious. Eight days now without a run, and it’s baffling. I can’t even get enthusiastic about the idea of feeling depressed about it. Curiosity and a spirit of keen enquiry seem like better options, though no conclusions have yet appeared.
A good way of dealing with it would seem to be to lie about it. With all those races coming up next month, it’s psychologically beneficial to take a week off at this key time. De-stressing. Wiping the slate clean. Re-energising. Refocussing. Gathering my energy. Yeah, that’s it.
But whatever it is, it must end, and it will end tomorrow. In 13 days time I have the Goring 10K, and two weeks later sees a fifteen day period containing three half marathons. I need to get running again now to have any chance of knocking my time down.
OK, let’s go.
