Hello! I hope that everyone is enjoying their weekend. I’m in Lincolnshire at the moment, and although it’s a bit chilly and breezy, so far it hasn’t rained. After the week we’ve had in the UK that really is something to be thankful for. My housemate is getting married next weekend, so I’ve got my fingers crossed that the weather is ok.
I went to London on Tuesday, which was the day after it rained very hard in Leeds. I was checking the news headlines at lunchtime and discovered that the beck at the bottom of my road was on flood alert – eek! Luckily there was no disaster to come home to, except for a massive slug that had made it’s way into the kitchen. Next door probably thought something very wrong had happened because I let out a huge shriek of shock and disgust.
Anyway … I’m obviously in a bit of a random mood today, so apologies for the stream-of-consciousness style post. I’ve been struggling a bit with my running motivation since the Great North Run a couple of weeks ago. My goal this year was to run under 1:53 at Bridlington Half Marathon. Well, I beat that at the GNR, and my motivation to better it in the near future has gone out of the window.
I’ve decided to take the pressure off myself by running without my Garmin and focusing on keeping my fitness so that I am able to finish a half marathon in three weeks without pushing myself and ending up not enjoying running.
This morning I wanted to run 10 miles, but I was dragging my heels. My aim was to get started at about 9am, but I didn’t drag myself out of bed until quite a bit later than that! Even though my legs felt fine, my lungs felt fine and I wasn’t that tired, I was in that sort of negative frame of mind where I wanted the run to be over about a minute after I started.
I managed to distract myself enough with daydreams to get through the first half, but I still wasn’t exactly enjoying myself. I decided to cut the run short by two miles and as I was running through the local town I passed an elderly man on a mobility scooter. As I stepped out of his way he flashed me a huge grin and said “I wish that I was as fit as you”.
Those few words completely changed my mind-set in an instant. I should be grateful that I can run, an activity that I truly enjoy 95% of the time. I could get injured or become ill tomorrow, something that happens to nearly everyone at some point, and then I was be really disappointed that I couldn’t get out there and pound the pavements. There are plenty of people who aren’t mobile and struggle to get around, never mind run.
I ran the last two miles home with a smile on my face and from unpromising beginnings, it turned out to be an enjoyable run.