The panic seems to have subsided marginally and my lungs seem to have remembered how to process oxygen to a point where breathing is just possible. My fellow running family have continued to run until this morning, which is causing a great sense of unease and a fear that I may, in fact, be completely under trained. I keep repeating the old adage of “under trained is better than over trained”, but thus far it’s not working. I think that saying is very much like the saying of “It’s good luck to be shat on by a bird”. It’s not, it’s the universe’s way of telling you you are equivilant to a pigeons long drop. The only reason people tell you it’s good luck is to make you feel better because you are now covered in pigeon poop! So now I sit at my desk, contemplating the reasons how I actually ended up here in the first place.
12 months ago it seemed like a good idea to start running. Life was very chaotic, love life was in a shambles and the one lonely pair of running shoes I owned suddenly grew a voice. So I began running alone along the promenade for 5 arduous kms before collapsing in a heap on the grass wishing my car was an automatic. I continued this torturous experience until the Men’s Health 10kms Run where I signed up for what became the biggest life changing adventure of my life!
With the introduction of a new life before sunrise, a group of incredible people and a support structure I realized I had been lacking, I find myself today, ready to embrace the challenge of long distance running as well as the realization that no matter how big the mountain may seem, when you have helping hands all along the way, it’s only a little bump in the road.
So a big thank you to my wonderful running family, for taking me under their well run wings and teaching me that no matter how many times you shower, if you get home at 4am and join the 5:30am run, you will still smell like tequila!
4 Days To Go!!!
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