Survived yet another week. I was determined not to give into the running nose which was trying to take hold of my body.
Runs ticked off, a couple felt ok. I think I was trying to test my body this week. Included a HIIT class and started tap dancing lessons. My calves didn’t thank me for this on the following evenings run.
I bought a new head light and light up arm band. Even wearing this, along with my ridiculously bright pink running jacket, people still walked into me! I would’ve thought the stench of said running jacket would be enough for folk to keep there distance. Apparently not.
It still feels like a huge task to get fit for the marathon but I’m just ticking the runs off and seeing how I get on. It is hard not to compare yourself but I’m trying my best not too. I got a book from a link I saw on Facebook. It’s called “scream if you want to run faster”. It’s a brilliant read and I found myself nodding along with her observations. Especially with the constant excusing my pace. Always replying “I’m a plodder”. Seeing lots posting on social media about pace makes you feel mute, thinking shit wish I was gutted I didn’t get a sub blah. So I’m going to try and stop comparing. Because it is the thief of joy.