Another week fighting demons…

(edit: this post is a week old – i didnt submit it last weekend!).

I can’t deny my current “training”, if that’s what you can call it, is a bit sporadic at the moment. Managing only one real run a week coupled with no gym and unhealthy living it’s not the start I would have liked. Inconsistency is the cause of the problem, my weekends are stuffed full of diy and finding the motivation to do sports when, by Monday lunch I’m already shattered, is proving difficult. I really need to fight through my head demons and crack on…

I did manage a short run on Sunday, following a few hours kip I put on my kit for 7am and started running. Within minutes my brain started to persuade me to “cut the run short”, because I was tired. Annoyingly I listened, however it didn’t get it’s way entirely. I dropped a mile of the usual distance, dropping it to 6.5miles but increased the hardness of the route by adding more hills to my route. Where I live is pretty hilly which is a help for training but not critical for the London Mara as it’s pretty flat…

Anyway 6.6miles achieved, pretty damn slow and no real sense of pride in the slightest, must push myself harder but still trying to work out quite when!!

N