According to
my diary, this week I should have run three times for 30 minutes in order to
build up to the BIG one, the 3 mile mountain crawl/ hobble/ wince tomorrow.
However, dear readers, I’m still at zero miles. And now it’s only 17 weeks until
the half marathon. My best friend, who is definitely NOT a runner, logged over
40 miles in walks and runs last week. The shame!
So what
happened? Was I abducted by aliens? Did the lycra squeeze my wobbly bits so
much that I developed a blood clot (a serious worry)? Did my beautiful ‘hat
with the holes’ (for ventilation purposes obviously) disappear? No. It snowed.
Not just a little bit of snow, more ‘Quick look out of the window,’ snow. And
with snow comes ice. And ice is the runner’s worst enemy.
I did manage
to achieve something running related this week- by far the most important
something actually… I created a playlist on my phone. See, really important. At
some point I should really try my lyrca on- but I’m saving that visual treat
for a super special occasion, like when it’s Children in Need and I’ve spent
the whole night crying anyway so what’s a few more tears.
As always, I
digress.
If you learn
anything from this post lovely people out there, it’s this- don’t read your
diary. Oh, and don’t plan to start your half marathon training in January in
the mountains of Yorkshire.
noice
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