This week I have been learning (alright, re-learning) the lesson – if you don’t run as much, then it will be harder when you do actually run. It’s a simple lesson, but one that I need to remember. As I try to haul myself back on the wagon, I realise that I’m going to have to (a) learn to run in the dark in the morning (b) motivate myself to run after work or (c) think about heading back to my running group after, oooh a six month absence.
Recent efforts have incuded running to my mum’s for my niece’s first birthday party (4.5 miles, highlight was taking shelter at a bus stop with a mile to go. It was like someone was tipping the rain out a bucket. Hideous), running back from Blockbuster (3 miles with a loop at the end), running a strange loopy way back home from my mum’s (7 miles with a couple of walking spells, I felt awful after 3 miles and then perked up a bit to 5 and a half) and 2.5 miles just round the village (should have been 3 miles but I needed to cut it short. To be polite about it, I was bowelled out…).
One thing I love about running is seeing things that I don’t notice from my car. At this point, I have to admit that this does include a church about a mile away from my house (it’s a small church. Made of wood. Very discrete.), but there are lots of other small details that you don’t notice when you’re trying not to run people over. Over my last couple of outings, this has been post-it notes. I noticed one on the pavement and didn’t think anything of it until I saw that there were some stuck to signs and other things. On my next run they were on bus shelters, cars, walls… All of them blank. I’ve no idea what significance they have, if any, but I never would have noticed them to even begin to wonder about their significance. My favourite theory of the moment is that it’s some kind of Hansel and Gretel arrangement. Or a transient art installation.
In hat news, I’m up to 16 with another 6 awaiting eyes or other accoutrements. I’ve abandoned some of the more creative ones in favour of stripes to get my numbers up (well it is for charidee) so there will be much winding of pompoms over the weekend.
In social media news, I’m now on twitter. Gah.