Like many, I have spent a large amount of my Christmas being a little too-well aquatinted with the sofa. For a few days of that, I was struck down by the vomiting bug and rendered lifeless and lacking in energy. Before that, I suffered a cluster of migraines that lasted 10 days, so on the whole, I've lost my running groove!
Over the past two weeks, I have clocked up 22 miles, which is not bad going for me. However, today was my first run after the bug. And it hurt. I ran for 5 miles, every one was as painful as the last. My knee hurt. The wind met me head on at every corner I turned. I thought I was going to be sick. I glanced down at my super-duper Garmin (my Christmas present) and felt further dejected when I saw my pace was bobbing between a 9:43 and a 10:03 minute mile. I can't remember the last time I ran at that pace. I called on all the mantras and motivational tools I knew of. And I managed to keep going. But I hated my run. "I want to give up running" I thought briefly.
But I won't. I am really only at the beginning of my running journey, and I know that running veterans have times like this. I plan to rest tomorrow and go out again the day after. The one good thing was that the sun finally came out! (Albeit, after I got home!) But I'm taking it as an omen.
"Excellence is an art won by training and habituation. We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an action but a habit." Aristotle