Last year I tracked 1,000km and my brain has sort of gone “nice one, you’ve done that running thing now. What’s next? How about sleeping?”.
But I have a plan, a few half marathons booked in, training goals each week that are being modestly and mostly ticked off.
The last three Sunday’s I have done my long slow distance (LSD) of 10km, ready to build up again to 23km and beyond. Each time waking up knackered after not sleeping well, a little mental ping pong before getting out of bed.
Do you really want to do this?
Yes, it will be great once I’m out.
But you’re knackered and this bed is snuggly.
I have a new mix I want to listen to, it will be good.
But your hip/ankle/knee/heart is sore.
It will loosen up.
And so I go.
Go and spend the next hour singing, bad singing drowning out my over analysing of too much shit. Epiphany's flying back and forth, amazing revelations and plans that seem nuts once I get home and wipe the sweat off.
My own runligious experiences.
Rewarding myself, not running to punish for that bagful of Maltesers, rewarding, strengthening, getting leaner, healthier. Physically and mentally stronger.
Doing something I don’t think I want to do but knowing I do. Remembering how good it will feel even when it feels shit. Looking for the motivation to reward.
What’s your run?