When I was on holiday in Ireland recently, I faced a dilemma. The deadline for registration for the Royal Parks Half was looming and I needed to commit, or not. I had been leaning more towards dropping out - I'm not completely convinced longer races are my thing, plus I had a raft of other excuses that sounded almost plausible - almost! I was seriously contemplating entering some duathlon events instead. I dithered. I talked to my Dad (a veteran Marathon runner) and finally decided to just do it. Yeah! (I think).
And the training has commenced. So far I have managed two very hilly runs around the north side of Cork city, a couple of flat 3 milers back near my home in South Yorkshire and my 'long' run on Sunday was 5 miles. I have a looong way to go to get my mileage up to be able to run the 13.1 miles required of me on 6th October.
Here's the thing. I seem to remember enjoying running. I used to insist that the first couple of miles were the worst, then things clicked into place. I'm not feeling it now. It's all hard. It's tough. I'm having to really drag myself out and keep talking to myself in my head to keep myself going. So now, I'm on the trail of the buzz. I want it back again. Meanwhile - Keep Running!
