I’m not sure what the pharmacist made of me running red-faced and sweaty into the shop to pick up lemsip and lockets, but she probably just assumed they weren’t for me.
I woke up this morning at 6am with sore throat. Seriously, it woke me up. Yesterday, nothing. It is so frustrating because I love my weekend runs. Since my post half-marathon dip in training, I have just got back into a good schedule, getting out regularly and building up the mileage. Ok, so that 10km I did on the treadmill a couple of days ago may have been a bit too fast, and ok that could be why I have a cold now…
But I needed to get into town to pick up some things, and having added throat sweets and orange juice to the list, what better way to get there than a gentle jog? I couldn’t bear to leave out my favourite woods so built those into the route. And off I went, Runkeeper pace updates switched off, just listening to my breath, keeping it slow. Rather than pushing for ‘mental toughness’ on the hills, I gave myself full permission to walk whenever I felt like it. In the end I covered a good 6km, and it felt good. I realised running is now a treat for me – getting out in the crisp frosty air, autumn colours in the leaves, and smell of pine needles underfoot. What better way to feel better?
Run running 