This weekâ€™s run was blissfully on the beach down in West Wittering. With the tide out, Runkeeperâ€™s official log of the run had me literally running on water. Which is, yâ€™know, cool and stuff.
Of course, itâ€™s not two runs, which was the new year resolution thatâ€™s failed to extend into February. This morning I woke up feeling continually ruined by the cold that hit me midweek last week and the theory that the run yesterday would make me feel better definitely didnâ€™t carry through. Argh! Frustration!
So: will I make the distance next weekend? Travelling down to London for my brotherâ€™s birthday, so thereâ€™s a good chance that Iâ€™ll struggle again. And I need to start building the stretching routine in on a daily basis (regardless of runs) as a sore back and tight shins have added themselves to the list of gripes that started with the pinched nerve. Itâ€™s astonishing how quickly you start to feel the fundamental interconnectedness of all things as far as fitness is concerned.
<sigh>. I think Iâ€™ve found a half marathon, though, that might help the motivation. Anyone fancy joining me for the Bracknell half?