I broke the spell… kind of… not really

So last week I was having a useless-attack and talked about how I just haven’t been running like I should’ve and have been generally lazy about the whole exercise thing. I promised myself, and the Internet, that I would get my bum out of bed on Saturday and do the Delta Parkrun. Well… I didn’t. I slept a little too late, didn’t really plan and P had stayed over.

We did however get up just after 8am, and got kitted out and went for a run! I’m so glad we did! Now P has been super good about training, he even ran or did some strength exercises every single day on holiday in Mozambique, so he was off at his usual blitz pace while I jogged grudgingly around Craighall Park.

It was tough, it was gross, so very hard and made me a little grumpy. I felt as if I had never run a day in my life before and this was all a bad idea. The bottom line is, I’m back at the bottom and its time to work my way up. I strained my ankle a little, I’m sure I walked more than I ran and I only covered about 3,5km in total. Running is hard.

I’m going to enter some races this week, hopefully that’ll inspire me to get back into training. I’ll post the ones that I’ve entered here, mostly 10kms for now until I’m feeling strong enough to attempt another half marathon. And I’m considering time trials, hopefully the social element will inspire me to get back into running like I used to be.

And I took a photo to prove that I actually went. This is me making up for my lack of sunny disposition in a sunny yellow shirt: