I haven’t posted on any running exploits for a while. I’ve got a couple of half marathons on the horizon. On Sunday. I’m running the first Pleshey half with my early morning running partner, Viv. She is training for London next year, so it’ll be her first long race. I’m using it as a long slow run, two weeks before the Royal Parks half marathon on 7 October. I’m looking forward to that, it’s always fun to run in bits of London. I’ve got a charity place, so I am going to be raising money for Christian Aid. (If you haven’t already and feel motivated to add to the sponsorship, you can do so over at justgiving.com/battytowers).
I’ve not really found running that easy going lately. I don’t know if it is tiredness, the weather, time of year, boredom, or what, but I’ve been unmotivated and had to really shove myself out of the door. I had planned a 10 mile run for yesterday, when it came down to it, I did five, and wanted to sleep for an hour afterwards. Bits of me don’t feel quite right, and overall I feel like a sack of potatoes wearing trainers. I’m not finding the easy I-could-run-all-morning kind of rhythm and momentum I have done in the past. I’m a teeny bit worried that I’ll be outpaced on Sunday, and my attempt to give moral support to someone else will backfire. I’ll no doubt be 94% full of ibuprofen, banana and currant buns (the nutritional mix of champions) and I know what a half marathon feels like, so I’m not embarking on completely unchartered territory. I’d just like my running enthusiasm back, please.