|Not my feet by they way|
Thanks to my children I had had very little sleep, in fact cumulatively over Christmas I’ve run up a pretty (un)healthy sleep debt. But it’s sort of worked out okay because I’ve not been working. But today was a challenge.
I went off too fast probably because it was downhill and despite knowing damn well I’d soon be going uphill (I’m clever like that) I went into a sort of denial about that. The fact I’ve run up this particular hill before and hated it then was also something I decided to forget about.
But as usual it was good to do it. In fact I was feeling so rough this morning after my broken night that I googled ‘motivational running quotes’. Yes really. I had reached that point. I knew it would be very easy to just give in and go back to bed once him indoors got up, but something kicked me out the door in my running kit.
It might have been this:
“Remember the feeling you get from a good run is far better than the feeling you get from sitting around wishing you were running.” Sarah Condor
Or it might have been this from John Bingham:
“What distinguishes those of us at the starting line from those of us on the couch is that we learn through running to take what the day gives us, what our body will allow us, and what out will can tolerate.”
But at 8am this morning when I could think of very few good reasons to get my kit on, drive to cold, foggy racecourse, safety pin a number on my chest and run 10 miles up hills, through mud and along wet roads, my competitive spirit was the thing that spurred me on:
“You also need to look back, not just at the people who are running behind you but especially at those who don’t run and never will….those who run but don’t race…those who started training for a race but didn’t carry through…those who got to the starting line but didn’t to the finish line..those who once raced better than you but no longer run at all. You’re still here. Take pride in wherever you finish. Look at all the people you’ve outlasted.” Joe Henderson
So I made it, I beat my previous 10 mile race time at 95 minutes and 9 seconds, but I felt sick and achey at the end. I had a few moments to myself when I got back, before the girls came back, to try and quell my nausea with hot, sweet tea. They are so used to Mummy going off to run races that they didn’t even ask if I won, which is always rather sweet.
So back to the office tomorrow complete with aching legs….