My shift patterns and my tiredness levels the last few weeks have meant that I haven't been running much. My usual three runs a week has faded to something like one run a fortnight. But I don't think there's any point beating myself up about it - sometimes life gets in the way and a long sleep is better for your body than a long(ish) run.
On Tuesday though, I did make it out of the door for a run, and delighted myself with how much I enjoyed it. I set off on a route that I know very well, so I didn't have to concentrate on where I was going; I put my music on nice and loud and just ran.
I loved how my legs and feet still knew what to do. I loved how I ran just over 5k without it being a big deal. I loved being fast, and I loved being pink-cheeked and pink-legged in the cold, dry winter air.
Saturday, 7 December 2013
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Sounds great, my husband used be a marathon runner, I tried it once and got busitus for my pains, but I do know the adrenalin rush from doing a good gymn session, trying to persuade myself to take it up again.
ReplyDeletebbbrrrrr. too cold here to bare legs. glad you had fun x
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