Motivation...come back!!
Holy bejesus, where's it gone, and why's it got to go now?!?!
Let's backtrack. So I tapered down for the Dundee Half Dram, did the whole carb-starve/carb-load thing (which failed miserably by the way), and posted a personal best time despite it being one of the toughest runs I've done this year. The route itself was fine, but the hot temperature and my failed attempt at a diet regime in the previous week left me totally miserable and close to tears by the 5th mile!
Anyway, perhaps this was where the downfall started...Monday came around and my thinking went something like "aaah, maybe a wee rest day is what's needed today" - BIG MISTAKE!! Gym the next day was a drag and then my Wednesday run was hardly 'envigorating'. Another gym session on Thursday was enough to put me off my run on Friday and, again, I really shouldn't have let it slip! I decided to run on my allocated rest day, Saturday, instead which just threw the whole schedule right out the window for good and I haven't been able to physically get my arse out the door since...what's happening to me?!
But this right here topped the whole miserable slump right off, scaring the living daylights out of me into the bargain:
Let's backtrack. So I tapered down for the Dundee Half Dram, did the whole carb-starve/carb-load thing (which failed miserably by the way), and posted a personal best time despite it being one of the toughest runs I've done this year. The route itself was fine, but the hot temperature and my failed attempt at a diet regime in the previous week left me totally miserable and close to tears by the 5th mile!
Anyway, perhaps this was where the downfall started...Monday came around and my thinking went something like "aaah, maybe a wee rest day is what's needed today" - BIG MISTAKE!! Gym the next day was a drag and then my Wednesday run was hardly 'envigorating'. Another gym session on Thursday was enough to put me off my run on Friday and, again, I really shouldn't have let it slip! I decided to run on my allocated rest day, Saturday, instead which just threw the whole schedule right out the window for good and I haven't been able to physically get my arse out the door since...what's happening to me?!
But this right here topped the whole miserable slump right off, scaring the living daylights out of me into the bargain:
That bit, in the top right hand corner...yeah, the 9 weeks to go bit. Which means only 7 weeks of actual hard training left. Oh good grief. I'm not ready, I'm not ready, I don't want to do this!!!
I'd heard people talking about marathon training being a lot of work mentally but I always believed I was totally ready for that. Grit my teeth and it would all be fine. Well it's safe to say I wasn't ready for it!! Either that or I'm not gritting my teeth hard enough...
I'm currently consoling myself with piles of hot buttery toast having driven home past two runners this morning, looking fresh as daisies and fit as racing snakes. I kid you not, it made me want to cry with something close to jealousy at the motivation they seemed to have.
Next week I start back training and I'm trying very hard to muster up the determination and motivation I started all this with. But I will, because I don't give up and I'm not about to start now.
Here's hoping my next blog post is a little more positive and inspiring, from the over-emotional, toast eating non-runner.
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