I didn’t realise how much I needed today’s run. I went back to running time not distance, counting minutes not kilometres. It went well, but that wasn’t what I realised I needed.
I have a mild case of Season Affected Disorder. It’s not bad, and mostly self diagnosed but I have noticed that the shorter the days and the longer I spend inside without sunlight I do get pretty upset, lethargic and demotivated. That just won’t do, so today was extra important.
I tried to stay off main roads and stuck to trees, grass and open air. It was wondeful. I saw so many birds!
Ethan Hawk, the hunter of the road.
The heron who flew away when I pulled out my camera.
Those flying south in search of heat.
Just being around them made me calmer, happier and thankful in a way I hadn’t realised I needed to be.
Then, suddenly! Poodle pups!
A pack of yapping, sniffing and bouncing ears. It came out of nowhere and made me laugh no end.
I suppose the moral of this post is get outside when you can, your body needs it. Mine did.
Enough time has passed that my legs and other muscles have forgiven me for my 10k efforts.
It was a blast. I donned my favorite pink trews, committed to a tshirt despite the fog and went at it.
The atmosphere was amazing. They said 10,000 people overall were going to take part! 10,000! All the shorts, lycra, water, sweat and efforts of so many gave the day such a buzz. I rooted for those around me, I wasn’t feeling awkward but rather part of a greater tide.
The route was good, all my old Glasgow stomping grounds and familiar roads seeing me through my home city. There was some exciting about going over the motorway, the Clyde and something magical about running along the river towards Glasgow Green. My home, my city, my life.
Now it’s finished it’s all been a bit surreal. I found typing this really hard just because I can’t belive its over. I talked about it, focused on it and dreamt about it so much that when it finished it was a bit… ‘now what?’
The week had been an odd one, full of events and chat but regardless the run kept getting me through. I had the rub coming. The run was soon. Yeab, but the run? When it ended it was a bit like giving myself time to think and in truth I don’t really like it. I prefer having a challenge.
My time wasn’t sterling.
But hey, having something to work on is good, right?
Now? Who knows what I’ll aim for. I have some lofty ideas about half marathons but who knows.
It’s important to take time to reflect, this seems like apt a one as any.