Right so I’m just over half way through my ludicrously short training schedule for the Lincoln 10K and as the voice of truth in my head predicted I’ve not been for enough runs. Despite having all the best intentions and even enjoying myself once out on a run, when it comes to the crunch at 5am it seems I have the motivation of a bed ridden amoeba. By 7am I am racked with guilt for not making it out of bed and spend the rest of the day psyching myself for a run when He comes home from work.
The biggest obstacle to #operationyummymummy is having a certain individual (mention no names – Boo!) playing conjoined twins with me all day. It’s times like these that serve as a reminder of just how important a family support network can be. With both our families in London Skype can only go so far in taking the strain.
It’s not all bad news. As I said once I get into my stride I’m really enjoying my runs. 40 minutes of uninterrupted me time.
8 days until race day and I’m starting to gulp, a lot. There’s no denying that I’m going to be in agony and there will be tears but even with this in my mind I’m still looking forward to dragging my sorry self over the finish line!
No pain no gain!
A post dedicated to bed ridden amoeba – brilliant!!
It is so hard to find the time to exercise when you have children & when the bed is warm & comforting at 5am.
Good luck with the run x