No picture this week I’m afraid as I’m ashamed. I’m going to hold my hands up and say that this week has not gone well. In fact, I fell off the wagon that I’d been so good at staying on.
I have always tried really hard to fit everything in, to make sure that work, rest and play slotted into my schedule, sometimes to the detriment of my sanity, but this week, I just couldn’t do it.
I’m going to blame the wild weather. The wind, I think, makes people skittish. At least it does me anyway!
I started the week out well – a nice 35 minute run on Tuesday which didn’t feel too bad. I managed to do my normal 35 minute route a fraction faster than I had been doing, and I didn’t arrive home a wreck despite the pace being kept high – average page – 9.51′ per mile. Not bad.
Then it went to pot.
I had every intention of going running on Wednesday, and then long run on Friday, as I knew I wouldn’t have the time over the weekend due to a commitment. I’d been gearing myself up all day for Wednesday, and then the Husband phoned and said he was coming home late. OK, but my Mum was coming. All was not lost. Cue the phone call to say her train was delayed. By the time they were both in, it was 7.45pm, wet and windy. I was hungry. I did not feel like the 40 minute scheduled run. Supper and PJ’s it was.
I then thought, it’s OK, I’ll go Thursday, long run on Friday. Schedule still fine, although not ideal (see back to back running). Thursday came and went, and again, no run.
Friday, I don’t know what happened, but I just forgot to go in the morning, so I was resigned to the fact I wasn’t going to fit the last two scheduled runs in.
I did have a moment of madness on Friday night which made me think I’d go Saturday morning as soon as I woke, and STILL make my 8am train, but seriously, what was I thinking? That was never going to happen.
My self pep-talk has been that this week I’ll just carry on as scheduled, and really, at least I went once. This coming week is three relatively easy runs, and I’m gunning for some cross-training too.
Time to get back on that running horse!
Erin, Love from Cornfield… X