Its fair to say there has been a lot in my head lately.
And in my body too.
I have come to realise that I have been in denial about 2 injures that I have carried around for a couple of months now. Running has been just “less fun” and much much less inviting lately. I have some torn kind of thing inside my pelvic bowl, which sounds as fun as it feels. Also, there is something (maybe a building disc?) causing some sciatica – tingling and pain down my leg. Both on the same side. So while I want to think “12k run, hell yeah!” I’m more likely to think “yeah I could do that… but I think its gonna rain later…and aw…I also think I’ve got a headache coming on…and maybe I should wash my hair”.
I’ve also been heavily in denial about my eating, which has gone from “pretty super saintly” to “umm, are you gonna eat that butter?” Throw into the mix some upsets, a little trip to hospital, Christmas, work stress, a little trip to a 5 start hotel for work, and a kid’s birthday, and my diet is pretty well wrecked. Along with my attitude to food, which is now best characterised by the phrase “EEEEEEEEEAAAAT IIIIIIT”. All that would be fine, except I’m hardly running as much as I was when eating like a saint, and not half enough to offset the chocolate cake!
C’est la vie! Life goes on, and we go with it. Rolling with the waves, holding on and hoping to eat cake another day.
I’ve got a little tummy now. And a little roundness to the thighs and face. That’s ok with me, though I am sort of scared that I’ve just pushed off a giant super slippery slide straight into mega-fat-and-unfitsville. I’m sure that really is just anxiety, because while I feel like the slackest person around, I’m not. I still exercise several times a week, just not the 6-8 sessions I was doing.
Running I have been doing…
My running has been limited too. An 8km run isn’t a ‘little run’ anymore, and I find myself making excuses not to just get out there to pound pavement. On the flip side, I am doing my intervals and tempos on the treadmill, making fantastic pace! I’m down to consistent 5:10 min per km. On the treadmill, so it doesn’t quite count, but I’m taking it anyway!
Today I did the beautiful Manly Dam trail run again. Talking to another woman before the race, I found out that the previous one wasn’t actually 7km as advertised, but over 8km. Today I checked my iPhone afterwards and yep – 8km.
As I was alone on this one, I decided to give it a real go instead of taking it easy and hanging back and chatting. I was pleased to be able to run past a bunch of people. Although, I started in the last wave, so it wasn’t hard to find someone to overtake! People were all very gracious about it – and I in turn was gracious when we met up with the faster runners who overtook me despite being on their 2nd loop.
I met a few lovely people, including the woman I helped out last time when she fell over. It was nice to see her back at it. And also, I saw a possum at the starting line. It looked terrified. Clearly there was too much lycra about
Quick Edit – my results from the run:
Time: 1:02:04. Out of a field of 55 women, I finished 15th. Overall I finished 38th. Of women in their 30’s, I finished 7th (and even finished ahead of some women in their teens and 20’s – take THAT, youth! We won’t talk about the women in their 40’s, 50’s and 60’s who totally whupped me). Scrolling through the results, I notice a male/female couple in their 50’s who crossed within 1 second of each other after the 20km race. Awwwwww!