I started running 18 months after I stopped smoking. That makes it just about exactly five years I’ve been regulary beating the pavement. So, you’d think the running thing would be a twaddle by now – but not so!
The last couple of months of work and Wellington winter has worn me down a bit and instead of my usual four to five runs a week, I’ve been doing two to three. One particularly dark and miserable week I even got a tally of a big fat zero!
Every run has a degree of difficulty that sometimes edges on torturous and I wonder what the hell I’m actually doing out there. During the working week (Monday to Friday) I run at night – and after standing all day in a kitchen, and then walking home (half an hour up hill) my legs aren’t exactly what you’d call fresh and full of latent energy. In fact, they just want to be up….which gives me an idea….maybe when I get home I should stand on my head for five minutes just to get things equalised a bit?
Summer is just around the corner so with more light and sunshine (I hope!), less bone-chilling cold and wind-driven rain my energy levels should spike and I’ll be up and running like a wild filly.
On saying that, I’ve decided not to run at all the whole six-and-a-half weeks I’m away in Bali – but I’ll be doing Yoga every day then so I’m not too worried.
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