I have been awful with my blogging these few days but really needed a vent after todays run (Erin you get me ) so I thought I’d let you all know how it went. Truth be told, it was horrific.
As soon as I woke up I had a feeling it would be a bad one. Firstly I didn’t sleep overly well because I had a nightmare that my whole family got murdered by a serial killer (don’t even ask, I think It was a mix between corona anxiety and year abroad stress) so I woke up all floopy and on edge. I then had a pretty bad cup of tea which really annoyed me, before checking my email to search for year abroad news. Surprise surprise, nothing. Classic Edinburgh Uni being late.
After finally working up the effort to go on a run at about 8:30, I was immediately struck with the pain and torture that is lactic acid, AGAIN. Nothing was working. I Was too hot- my shoes weren’t working and it was so icy. My mum, like the little whippet she is was a billion times faster than me, which again, really annoyed me. Obviously it shouldn’t have because I’ve taken 6 months off, and she hasn’t, and I have a lot more muscle than her because of polo and swimming whereas she’s got a complete runners body, so she’s about a stone lighter than me. However I’m so competitive it just really irritated me. Also one of the characteristics about a run is the amount of alone time you have. Sometimes, I relish in this. Other times, I just want to get out of my head. Today was one of those days. I was literally sobbing with frustration (also had to cut someone I love v much out of my life yesterday so that did not help my mood).
I was also slipping around like nobody’s business because it was so icy (definitely a con of winter training.). My sore foot then went numb at about mile 3 and I thought great- I can’t even run 4 miles, how the hell am I going to run 26. (point 2)
So not an overly positive one today. But hopefully we can only go up from here eek.
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