So, I guess I have to report back on how my training regime fared since my last post, which was full of bravado and promises.
Did that bravado last the festive season? Yep, great. First week back at work? Not so good.
I don't know why. Most of my requirements for motivation were there:
Race locked in? Check
Healthy respect (or even fear) for the race in question? Check
Weather nice and warm? Check
But during the week, I just couldn't get anything going. At the end of each day when I drove home from work, I gazed enviously at the runners I saw going about their business. Yet it didn't cross my mind to lace on the shoes when I got home. Yes, I'm a habitual morning trainer... but even so!
Today though, I snapped out of it.
I'd had a few things to attend to and spent the day thinking about these rather than my training program. When KKB got home from his crazy long ride, I'd just gotten through my to do list. Although I knew I wouldn't have enough time to catch up on the long run I'd expected to get in that day, I decided that it was time to blow out some cobwebs.
I left behind my watch and my Garmin and just ran.
It felt good.
It left me reinvigorated and ready to go.