Finishing up our training session last Thursday morning, our trainer told me that it was the last for two weeks. (Thanks, blasted school holidays).
The moment she mentioned it, all those rejected feelings from the 80’s, 90’s and yes, even the Noughties came flooding back.
Desperate thoughts ran through my head.
“What ? What am I going to do for the next two weeks ???”
And this was my problem: I had been resting on my laurels.
Training with the ladies was always my contingency plan. My default. If I didn’t have the time or -more importantly – the motivation to do my own training for the City2Surf, I knew I was still giving my body a work out twice a week.
So, off I go. Trying to do it solo.
Sacrificing sleep to fit the running before the household stirs.
So far, okay.
Stumbling through the bedroom to find my running gear in the pitch black darkness was a pain at first.
But I try not to give it too much thought.
Setting myself onto “Auto Pilot”, I head out on the 9km running trail I’ve mapped out for myself.
Once I get out there, I’m glad I did it.
So, six weeks to go until the big race.
Nervous. Excited. But still feel the need to improve.
The solo morning runs are a start, at least.
I haven’t lost weight in two weeks. Gone back to a bit of the *ahem* comfort eating.
But funnily enough, my body is still changing. Catching my shadow these days has become a subtle surprise. The “muffin top” is far less prominent.
I’ve ran a total of 23 kms this week…Woot! Woot !
Two weeks ago, that was unheard of.
Yes, precious sleeping time has suffered. But, I think the long-term effects will make up for it.
P.S I’m fundraising while I’m running ! My choice of charity is The Miracle Babies Foundation. A support group for parents, families and hospitals looking after premature and sick newborn babies, these guys helped us through my little 5 week premmie twinlets’ shaky start to life.
If you would like to donate, please click here.