Ginge marvels at my ability to wake up in a foul mood. Nothing actually happens in those brief moments between dreaming and waking, but somehow the clouds have rolled in and everything is a bit grey and bleak. There’s always a temptation to let it swallow me up (inevitably leading to more clouds later on, when I turn this into another stick to beat myself with) rather than kick myself up the bum and shout “RAAAAHHHH!” at it. This morning was one of those mornings. I forgot to set my alarm, but still woke up at half five – rather than cheer the fact that I’d woken up in plenty of time, I uttered the words “sod Juneathon” (or words to that effect…). Half an hour later, I still hadn’t shifted and was skirting dangerously close to letting myself passively fail by ‘running out of time’.
Five minutes after that, I was dressed (albeit with my running tights on inside out, but I looked fairly respectable) and being hustled out of the door to go and do my Audiofuel intervals. The cloud lurked for about three minutes before I started to feel better. I belted out my fast bits quicker than last week (my training conversation with Ginge last night went: Ginge “the key to sprinting is using your arms – pump your arms and your legs will go faster”, Me “yes, but I’ll look like a tit….”) and ignored the cloud creeping back in when I nearly decided that having a short walk as part of one of my recoveries was a sign of my abject failure.
Who knows what set me off this morning. It could be that I’ve got some work worries in the back of my mind, it could be something abstract that hasn’t occurred to me yet, it could just have been that I was really hungry when I woke up….
I really can’t be doing with my head sometimes.
Today was exactly half way between a 99 or 2 cornets – maybe a 99 with sauce and sprinkles.
Or it could be lack of sleep.
On the otherhand your early morning dedication is, in its own modest way, inspirational
I hope your mood improves as the day goes on. Well done for getting your intervals done when you really didn’t feel like it 🙂
Well done for getting out there and doing intervals when you clearly didn’t want to! You have better willpower than me…..
Nothing like running with yours tights inside out for improving your mood!
And nothing like anger to get those arms pumping, looking like a tit or not! Hope it gets sunnier for you.
Inside out tights = sign of good luck. Odd, too, that some of the best runs are the ones which you don’t feel like doing.
All of the above…and a vote for the 99 with sprinkles!