You know those runs which you really don’t want to do, make yourself start and then really enjoy? Tonight’s run was one of them. I very nearly skipped it. A couple of glitches at work meant that I was an hour late leaving, and the thought of adding an hour onto my home time appealed not one teeny tiny bit. Filling that hour with a hill session appealed even less. I spoke to my coach*.
Me: Work went pearshaped. I’m ditching my run in favour of getting home in time to eat before bed-time.
Me: Hmmm. I really didn’t think you’d go for that. I mean, I thought at least you’d suggest I do a 30 min easy. Marginal gains and all that. Come to think of it, I could do a 30 min easy. At least that way I could write “Modified” rather than “Skipped”. And I suppose there’s an outside chance that once I’ve started I’ll change my mind about doing the hill session, so I could catch the bus to Golders Green as I’d planned and run at least the warm up. Take it from there.
I got changed, grabbed my stuff and headed for the bus*** …
…and by the end of my warm up, found it surprisingly easy to opt for the hills rather than the easy. Two more stations added to my collection**** and my hill session done.
* In my head. But I suspect that’s pretty much how the conversation would have gone, as he’s cottoned on to the fact that giving me permission to skip a session and leaving it to my conscience** is far more likely to get me out the door than saying “you must!”
** Especially since he’s drummed the phrase “marginal gains” into me.
*** I could have caught the tube two stops but the bus was easier. It still counts as running from a Northern Line Station even if I never actually went in. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.
**** I finished up at Belsize Park.