I was a little low on motivation to run last week. No, wait, let me rephrase that: I was very low on motivation to run last week. A) It was freezing; b) J Bear is teething (two down, 18 to go, yay!); and c) we have some big, big family changes coming up and my head is spinning with 1001 things that need to be done (more on that later this week). In short: It was cold and I was tired. Boo.
Saturday morning was no different: I usually hand over all Baby J duties to Will at 04:00 a.m. and then catch a quick nap from 04:00 to 07:00 a.m. before heading off to parkrun. But when Will woke me at 07:00, I was cold and grumpy and foggy. And cold. I just didn't feel like going. Cue a major mental self-discussion on the pros and cons of staying in bed... And, of course, getting up won - by a hair breadth.
A fellow parkrunner and I giggled as we shivered and stood waiting for the word "go". And then we giggled some more when we couldn't feel our frozen legs during the first kilometre of the run. Then suddenly it happened: Something just clicked. I felt strong and fast. And I ran like the wind (at least I ran like my kind of wind, ha! Not like the Usain Bolt kind. Not yet, anyway.)
I only checked my watch for the first time after crossing the finish line and I couldn't believe what I saw: A parkrun PB by exactly one minute. Schweet! Yip, I'm still smiling.
So during a week that I had very little desire to run, I clocked two of the best runs of the year for me so far. Note to self: Sometimes you just need to show up.