Today was the day I was meant to be running the Reading Half-Marathon. As you’ll know, I’ve been injured continuously almost since January. So, the closest I got to the half-marathon was watching from my kitchen window as the route went past my house.
And I was sad that I wasn’t out there with them. But also realised that my foot was in no shape for a 20km run, despite it getting much better.
As it’s gotten better, a number of other things have happened that mean I’ve come to the end of a dark chapter in my life. And I’m looking forward to the future, with hope and optimism.
Bit of a Heart of Darkness experience was it? Neil
I’m not going to repeat the problems I’ve had over the last year except to say that they’re over. Let’s just say I had my own journey into darkness and had my own Kurtz to fight.
While my foot was on the mend, two things happened that showed me the dark journey had ended: my possessions arrived from New Zealand and I have furniture again and secondly a quick conselling session last week. There, the conseciller reminded me I can’t always control the environment but I can control which environment I am in.
What this means is I have some home comfort and stability with my flat being put together – sorely needed after all these years on the road and, mentally, I’ve moved on. I’m ready to do something else by moving on.
So, where does that leave my running? Am I going to continue on with my goal of a BMQ?
Maybe. Maybe not.
As those half-marathoners ran past my house today, there was that ache. The ache of getting out there and proving myself. In fact, I almost put my trainers on to go running. But stopped so my foot didn’t get re-injured. I’ve still got the desire to run. This week, I was googling salt tablets for my longer runs. So it is in there.
And now, I’ve got some stability. And that means I can build a training plan. But first, I’m going to run this week. Just three times, no expectations, no pressure. Just run. And see where my new journey takes me.