I've been trying really hard to go for a run this week, and yet, to date, I've only managed to clock a measly 400 m... And it all started with a wrong decision on Monday: Although I really, really felt like a run (I have new running shoes, hello!) and had all the opportunity in the world to do so, I didn't, because I reasoned that I needed to be "fresh" for Tuesday's club time trial. Big mistake.
|Eeeeeeeeeek! (New shoes).|
On Tuesday, I was planning on doing the club time trial alone (i.e. without the kids and the stroller), when Will, out of the blue, announced that he wanted to do the time trial too. Uhm, what?? Despite my surprise, I was, of course, elated and in the blink of an eye my planned solo run turned into a family affair - hooray! Except that we only ran a total of 400 m before Missy K started protesting. Loudly. So much so that we abandoned the run and casually strolled back to the car. And by the time we got home, it was too dark for me to go and run alone. Strike one.
By Wednesday afternoon I was tingling with excitement about my planned Wednesday-evening run (I hadn't run all week and, hello, I have new running shoes!): I was going to run the Kimberley parkrun route on my own and record it as my very first "freedom run". Driving to the game farm I was grinning from ear to ear - my first freedom run, yay! Except that I never ran a step. Upon reaching the farm, I was greeted by The Flag (a red flag = hunting on the farm = no running on the farm - obviously) - nooooooooo! So I turned around and headed back home as fast as I could, but it was already getting dark by the time I got back (the farm is quite a distance from our home). Strike two.
I'm sure that by now you won't be surprised to hear that this morning I woke up with a sore throat - a cold/flu in the making - so once again there'll be no running for this mama today. Strike three.
I have, however, learnt my lesson: If it's Monday and you have the urge to run, do it!! I know that next time I definitely will.
Happy Thursday, everyone!