I've been wanting to write this blog for quite a while, hence the long quiet patch. Coincidentally, I've not had time to write a blog about not having time to run.
The week or two after the half marathon were weird. At first there was the initial post-race comedown I've seen so many other runners writing about so much. It was horrible. For a good few days I had a full attack of mardyitus - I was mardy, miserable and probably not very nice to be around. My gym sessions felt weird as I didn't have a target to work to so I didn't really know what to do with myself.
Eventually this wore off a bit, not least helped by me epic fundraising total of almost £400!!! for the Royal British Legion, which I'm really proud of and still so humbled by everyone's generosity!
So back to running, or lack of it! After my couple of weeks being mardy I came to the realisation that my next 10k race was only six weeks away and I seemed to find some new wave of motivation from somewhere. I had a couple of really good treadmill interval sessions (as much as some people hate it, I actually love a good treadmill session!) and was feeling much better about everything.
Skip forward to one Sunday a couple of weeks ago and to one of my least favourite experiences as a runner yet! Trotting along the road, about two miles into what I was planning on being about 5 miles and I heard a weird noise and felt a sharp pain in my knee. It didn't take me long to realise that the "bad-men" in the tinted window golf who had just passed and were now looking at me had thrown something. I ran on a couple of paces then realised that it bloody hurt and I was very sad and burst into tears. I then proceeded to cry all the way home. When I got home I looked where the pain was and saw what was quite clearly a bloody BB gun mark. The bastards!!!
Anyway to cut a long story short, my running has just gone down hill since then. Not because of that, I'm not the kind of girl to let a pair of skallys put me off doing something I love! Essentially, life has got in the way and running has unfortunately taken bottom place on the list of things to do.
It's not that I don't want to run. For a while running has been my release when I'm having a shitty day/week/month, but unfortunately the weeks I've had have been a matter doing whatever task has the biggest repercussions of not being done. And as much as I don't want to run a rubbish time at the end of the month, that's been trivial compared to passing exams/meeting deadlines/being a good Brown Owl.
So I've not ran. Not much anyway. I managed to push out a struggle of a 5k last weekend and that's been it for a couple of weeks. There are now less weeks until my next 10k since it was since I last ran 10k. I've even thought about pulling out but the route is one that probably won't come around again for 15-20 years so I'm not going to miss it, even if it means my last race of the year is my slowest.
I've got two weeks and two days and I'm going to do my best not to get too wound up, I'll train as and when I can but feel like until the end of June (when I finish my CIM) running might just to have to take a bit of a back seat. Suppose it's a good thing then that I didn't get a place in London 2017. Kind of.
As always I've waffled twice as long as I intended, so thanks for reading if you got this far!
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