A week later, we set off on the Oxford Half Marathon which we ran separately; it wasn't as much fun, but I did it and wasn't even achey the next day. I was also a bit faster than in Lisbon, but for the first (and possibly only!) time in my running history, I didn't care – it was all about the fun indeed!
I had grand plans then to keep up my runs; not to increase my distance but certainly to consolidate what I had achieved. And I was adamant I would keep running as frequently as I had in training. Famous last words.
I stopped running straight after the Oxford Half. Nada. Niente. Nothing! Boo. I kept the dream alive by adding a yearly goal on running. Hahaha. Nothing happened either, as if all of a sudden I was a newbie at setting yearly goals and running, it would seem. For the whole year, I've been dipping in and out of running without feeling it. And you need to feel it.
So… now that the summer is over – who likes to run in the lovely mild British summer anyway – and just as the chilly air starts to set in preparing us for the proper cold winter will bring, I decide I will run again. Of course! That makes total sense. Fair weather is for the smart people, I'm a lousy weather runner! Because that's so much better.
I have a big deadline in mid-October. When normal life resumes after that, I'll be out of this door getting that morning cold air (and occasional heavy rain shower) into me. I'm feeling it now! I've also signed up for French lessons.
Sunday long runs are *almost* back on; Nicky, are you in?