Well not quite wild, but running randomly.
I had to run 10 miles this Easter weekend, and with no real plan I headed out on Sunday, half hoping the weather would get so bad I would be forced to return, and half hoping to get it done so I didn’t have to attempt it again on Monday when the weather would be worse.
After my lack of water issue last weekend I opted for a larger bottle, which meant I stole Adam’s Osprey Solo running belt (received free with a magazine subscription) which he used once and gave up on after a bad experience. I, however, loved it – it sat comfortably in the small of my back (once I removed my clip-on mp3 player from my waistband that it kept knocking off), it held enough water and a gel and I didn’t have to think about it at all. I will definitely be using that going forward (once I figure out how to fit more gels/nutrition into it’s small pockets).
I headed out in the usual direction, around the outside of St. Mary’s Island, with the plan to run to Rochester Riverside and back again, but as I went towards Chatham I changed my mind (the wind was picking up) and I headed up to Great Lines (via a lot of MoD property…) to take in the views over Chatham/Rochester, before climbing all of 100m of Chatham Hill (cheat!) and then along the old A2 to the business park and back down to home.
That meant the last 2 miles was downhill with a wind behind me – perfect!
^ The view from Great Lines, Gillingham
I had been meaning to do this route for a long time, but it hadn’t come up, so I made it so, and actually found myself enjoying the freedom of it all. I guess this is what running can bring you – a sense of being able to go anywhere, see anything, just under your own power (and in much shorter times than walking).
I said I would stick to the plan this week, and roughly have, as I did skip a 4-mile mid-week run, but I think a whole Good Friday of gardening and housework acted as some sort of cross-training, so I don’t feel too bad about it.
Training Plan Status:
Weeks completed: 9/18
Runs completed: 28 (pre-Half: 25/32)
Miles run: 148.8
Longest run: 13.1 miles (20/03)
Only 9 weeks to go now, and many more miles to cover, but I am finding I have an issue:
I am happy enough to complete the long runs on the weekend but I am finding it difficult to drag myself out during the week for the shorter (though now increasing) runs.
I get a day a week working from home which you would think would help, but still it is hard to get out there. I can’t blame the weather as I would much prefer it chilly than warm. I can’t blame my workload making me work through my lunch hour or keeping me on the laptop past my 9 to 5. It is just me. I don’t want to do it.
If you have read my other blog posts you may have seen my little glimpses into the joys of running: feeling runner’s high after a successful 10k, getting to the important 13.1 mile point, and even the above comment on feeling the freedom it can bring. But I can’t get these to tie all together and make my brain and body know that this is good for me, that I am lucky to be able to do this, that I am getting better and that maybe I can run this marathon, that I can enjoy running.
My partner loves his running (though he is currently out of the game though injury) and feels wrong when he doesn’t get to do it. I have felt the slightly antsy legs a day or so after a long run (when I should be getting out there for a recovery run anyway!) but it’s just not in me. Yet, I hope.
Anyway, enough of this moaning!
Did you felt this when you first started/committed to running or at any point since, and if you over came it either through just getting out there and doing it or some sort of brain surgery/hypnosis. Let me know please!