Yet again I’ve had rather a long break between blogs…I will get better I promise! In my defense it has been Christmas and we all know that Christmas is not a productive time. I haven’t completely neglected my running though. I’ve been trying to make the most of being back home and being able to go on long runs without getting hopelessly lost. On 23rd December I did a nice 8 miles. Just an easy pace to loosen my legs up a bit after too much sitting around stuffing my face with cake.
There are some days when I love running. On these days I become one of those irritating running fanatics who insist that a good run is the cure to anything life throws at you. I think it was on one of those days that I decided running the marathon would be a great idea. Christmas Eve was not one of those days. Christmas Eve was the kind of day where running is synonymous with pure pain. I did 11.5 miles and every step hurt. It was one of those runs where nothing is working for you. The much sought after runners high never arrived. In its place were legs that felt like lead and the inability to breath. Thankfully it was dark for most of the run so no one could see my bright red face complete with pained expression.
Christmas days run was far more successful. I know, I know…running on Christmas day is wrong in so many ways. However I got some funky new running tights which made it oh so right.
[/caption] Pretty awesome right?
The problem with running in tights that make your legs resemble those of a zebra is that you can’t stop to walk because you look like a bit of a fool if your not moving at high speeds...they are however surprising flattering!
Even without my funky trousers Christmas days run was pretty nice. I felt like I was doing a reasonable pace (I didn't take my beloved Garmin so I don't know exact stats), my legs felt light and the run seemed to fly by.
My most recent run was Boxing day. This was a complete (2 mile long) failure. Thanks to my lovely brother I had a cold so ran a mile, realised that I couldn't really breath and then staggered home. Not so good. Sadly the cold put me out for most of last week so no more runs to report yet. I'll be back on the wagon/road tomorrow after a week of therapeutic Yoga and Pilates (and a Box Fit session during which I almost collapsed, but we won't speak of that...)
See you tomorrow!
xxx
One acronym applies to this:
ReplyDeleteMTFU.
That is all.