…that I caught myself thinking I had it sussed.
More fool me.
I’ve spent the last few weeks juggling. Fitting in college, OU study, training and my hectic social life* has been a bit like a sliding block puzzle, but I was coping and it was mostly getting done. I may even have been getting a touch smug about the effects of my no-procrastination Lent.
But last week it all caught up with me and I slumped. Tuesday’s speed session got postponed to Wednesday and then cancelled. Wednesday’s training session morphed into a short run with a friend. Thursday’s training session didn’t happen either. Friday was a rest day, and I felt no temptation whatsoever to slip on my trainers and nip out for a run.
Basically, my inner sloth decided that enough was enough was enough and confined me to the sofa.
But Saturday is parkrunday, and so despite the wind and the sleet and the cold, I found myself heading out to Richmond parkrun, bright eyed, bushy tailed and raring to go**. And once there, I even managed to talk myself into the rest of my 20 mile run, my last long run before Brighton.
I don’t know why, but even in those weeks when I can’t get myself out the door for love nor money, I will get up for parkrun. And fingers crossed, my inner sloth is dozing again, because I’ve a whole lot of running to do.
*take this last one with a pinch of salt
**another pinch of salt, please.