Not much to report beyond a distended, clammy 4 miler this evening that I struggled to finish without a walk break. What’s preventing me from feeling on top of my running at the moment? Is it the weather? Or my current corpulence? Dehydration? Lack of motivation?
No, it’s not really any of these things, though none of those first three help the situation. There’s no lack of motivation. I’m as excited about the road to Inverness as I was about those to Chicago, Copenhagen and Hamburg. Though probably not London because it was my first marathon, and I was overawed by what I was doing. I don’t suppose that can ever be repeated.
Something that indubitably contributes to this feeling of lethargy is simple tiredness. As in sleepiness. Getting to sleep at night is no problem, but I seem to wake very early – sometimes 4 or 5 in the morning. I eventually drift off again for a couple of hours, but am never totally rested. All day today, I looked forward to running this evening, but once I got home it would have been easy to have just shut my eyes and drifted off in the armchair. I’m frequently tired when I set off running. It can’t help.
So I suppose I’d better go to bed.
Good night.
