SNOW and ice got in the way of my training last week, which was disappointing and means that this training update is rather short. I did wonder whether it was worth posting, but I’m being honest. And I still did something.
TO run at Dewsbury, or not to run at Dewsbury that is the question I’ve been asking myself.
The Dewsbury 10k, the first weekend in February, is where I’ve started my road racing season for the past few years. I’ve taken part five times, got a few PBs there, and always enjoyed it, even last year when it was over-distance.
It’s a good race on a flat and fast out and back course and, providing the turnaround cone is in the right place, it’s got great PB potential.
I SHOULD be celebrating because last week I completed my first full week of training. This is very exciting stuff. I’m not fit, but at least I’m on the way to fitness. I’ve got time too, because the Edinburgh Half Marathon is not until May.
TODAY is Blue Monday, which is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year. I didn’t know much about Blue Monday until I looked it up this morning, but apparently it started in 2005 when a PR company employed a psychologist to calculate the most depressing day of the year. They were considering things like the weather, darkness, time since Christmas, levels of debt, failed resolutions, and that feeling of a need to make a change.
It’s been raining for most of the day so I can understand that it looks a bit bleak but I don’t think it’s any different from any other day really. Depression can strike at any time, and it can last for much longer than a day.
For some reason this January I have been feeling down. I’m not sure why. It could be the cold weather, the darkness, the comedown after Christmas, the comedown after our wedding, or possibly a combination of everything, but I’ve just not felt my usual energetic self. I’ve been keeping myself busy with work and writing projects, but even that has done little to alleviate my low mood.
WITH the arrival of the new year I was excited and looking forward to getting stuck into some serious training so that I could achieve all my running ambitions. Everything was going well, until I fell over, injured my foot, and then developed a severe case of man flu.
ON the first day of my Christmas holiday the battery in my bathroom scales died. I had two choices, I could pop to the shops to buy a new battery and brave the Christmas stampede, or I could stay at home and not bother.
It didn’t take long to make up my mind. I put the scales away. This may not seem a very remarkable thing to do, but to me it is. I use the scales to control my weight. I hop on every few days or so, just to monitor weight loss or gain. Left to my own devices, without the trusted scales, there’s a real danger I could end up the size of a house.
I decided to throw caution to the wind and go without. ‘It’s only a few days,’ I reasoned. ‘I’d manage without them. It would all be fine.’ And it was. It was actually quite liberating. Unfortunately, just the thought of not having to get weighed had me reaching for the chocolates.
AS I write this it’s 5.30am and my alarm clock has just gone off. I’ll have another 10 minutes then drag myself out of bed. After 10 days of eating, drinking, and siting on the sofa watching Back to the Future it’s time to go back to work.
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It’s been a fantastic holiday. I definitely needed the rest and relaxation. I had a complete break from work and writing, and it was great. I’ve not had much time off the day job since August, and have also spent every spare minute bashing out my novel, so Christmas couldn’t come soon enough. I was exhausted.
I’m feeling much better now and looking forward to getting back into it, but it’s going to be hard to get up and face the cold, dark January morning. I love my job and have lots of writing and running goals for 2018, so that’ll help. And after the long, lazy days of Christmas, I’m ready to start working hard again so that I can (fingers crossed) achieve my ambitions.
Happy New Year! Hope you’ve all had a great start to 2018.
More than 700 runners turned up to the New Year’s Day parkrun at Nostell Priory this morning. Many of them had already taken part in another parkrun before heading to Nostell for the 10.30am start. For us, one was enough, especially after a curry and drinks to celebrate New Year’s Eve.
The run was a new off-road, twisty-turny and muddy route, which was great fun. Feeling a bit fat and unfit from the festivities, my plan Continue reading →