I have reached that point in my training where the wheels fall off. Last Saturday I did the 22 mile long run and that was the last run I did. I have done a grand total of zero, nada, null, none, no miles this week. So what happened? Well Sunday I was tired out after Satudays long run. Monday was a day off anyway. Tuesday I thought of some excuse and went to see Sophies school teacher. Wednesday I thought I would cycle in the garage, but thought of another excuse, last evening before Pat and Wendy go home. Thursday I had a long hard day at work then watched Casino Royale on DVD. Daniel Craig? Sarah tells me he's a hunk, well he is! Friday, well I wimped out again. The weather has been cold and wintery and it's just so much easier to believe your not feeling well, or that your toes have problems. Anything to stop you getting up and out the door will do. It's pathetic, I am in my forties and creating excuses like a school boy not wanting to goto school, and the daft thing is, once your out and going, it can be 4 degrees and windy but you won't be cold.
Sarah is so much better now than she has been. She is definately now on the road to recovery and Pat and Wendy have gone back to Cornwall for a well earned rest. They have both been fantastic and if it was not for them I would not have done any training in the last month and not been able to do the work things I needed to do this week. Thank you Pat and Wendy.
So, back to business, got to get the motivation back and run. The marathon is only a month away, 1 more hard week then tapering starts. Got to get through the next week and then it will get easier, until the day that is!
Yeeeha. I got out the door. Saturday and 25km done, it was 4 degrees, but I was not cold. New trainers so the feet felt like they were in a pair of slippers. All the excuses proved wrong. Sometimes just getting out the door is the hardest part of a run.
