I’m human. Yes, big surprise to most of you.
But on a serious note, I have struggled most of the first half of last year trying to get past thoughts of ‘I can’t do this’ and quite frankly being an idiot. I then set myself this goal of running in two events and suddenly things became much easier. Despite a huge setback with my ITB injury, I soldiered through with physio, weights, strength work and an ab challenge until I was fit enough to get back out on the road and grab some miles.
So when I had quite frankly the worst run to date on the 27th December, all this confidence and positivity I built up came crashing back down on my head and I wanted to throw it all in for the comfort of my duvet and chocolate chip shortbread biccies.
How the hell could I run a marathon if I couldn’t run a few measly miles?! What an idiot …
The run was a catalogue of errors – I was tripped up by a dog, the woman waited until I was pretty much a foot away from her before letting her excited dog off the leash and the dog trying to get out of my way while running off into the park, sideswiped me. The stupid cow was then trying to justify her actions and mumbled a feeble apology after I reminded her that she saw me running toward her and she only let the dog go once I was pretty much up in her grill. I mean, really?!
I carried on with the run, frightened that I had hurt something so then couldn’t concentrate on anything, my chest already full of cold then decided it would tighten (in hindsight the adrenaline had worn off) and before I knew it with only a couple of miles into the run I was walking home. I got in, threw myself of the floor, sent some pity party tweets, turned my phone off and cried like a baby. There was some snot involved.
When I switched my back on after an hour of feeling sorry for myself, the replies on Twitter and a massive barrage of texts I received was a little overwhelming but well received. It’s funny how although you tweet and there aren’t always replies in response, the moment you have an off day the reaction on and offline is amazing. The abuse at what will happen to you if you quit is also very amusing.
The funny thing is I took a day off and two days after Doggate, I ran my furthest distance thus far AND got in my quickest 5km within that. There’s truth to that cliche “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
So when life kicks you in the nuts, take a day off to dust yourself off and get back in the game and kick it right back – and a little harder. As you never know, you may just come back a little bit stronger and faster.
I would like to thank those little rays of light that always seem to be there at the right moment. And a special mention to my running partner Redfella who’s awesomeness is relentless and an inspiration to me. x