It just hasn’t been a running week. I had at least some poor excuse for Wednesday morning, but how can the rest of the week be explained? It hasn’t been a lack of motivation. Monday was a rest day; Tuesday and Friday I overslept. This morning I slept in till 8:30, then remembered the Australia-New Zealand World Cup semi-final was about to start, so running was forgotten again.
Tomorrow I’ve got a number in the Brighton 10K, so either I’m desperately unprepared for it, or I’ve been meticulous in not over-training. Either way, I suspect it will be another slow run. Once I’ve got my weight down a bit and joined a club I’m looking forward to speeding up a bit.
A bigger problem than the run itself is getting to Brighton before 9am to give myself a fighting chance of finding somewhere to watch the other World Cup semi between England and France. If I was going on my own it wouldn’t be a difficulty but M is coming along for a shop, and she’s not a morning person.
Despite the lack of running, life could be worse. I’m off work for a few days now, and shortly I’ll be leaving for Loftus Road where a victory against Plymouth will see us shoot to the top of the table. If we win, I’m going to give everyone reading this a present. Either a chocolate bar of their choice, or a million pounds in crisp tenners. Haven’t decided yet. If we lose… hmm. I’ll vote Conservative in the next general election.
Come on U RRRRs! The future of the nation is in your hands….
