As James has pointed out in his latest blog post, a little
motto goes a long way in the running world. Well, the title of this article is
certainly the (slightly angry) saying that is currently keeping me going in
life and jogging at present. I am mainly running around a clothes shop at the
moment, but that’s another story that I’ll
keep for another time. Hopefully it goes some distance (har-har) in explaining my
recent silence, however.
Another thing that James points out in his latest instalment,
rather briefly but totally wonderfully, is that it can be reeeeeally difficult
to jump back on the running wagon after you’ve fallen off of it for a few days.
I recent had a lovely time in London with my family, where I mainly ate cake
and drank tea and helped myself to another biscuit, but I came home to
Pembrokeshire in an almost sedate state, needing some bright lights to revive
me. Pembrokeshire doesn’t have any of those unfortunately, and I knew that the
only way to feel a little less sluggy would be to get the blood pumping again. So,
I popped my joggers onto the end of my bed…and subsequently stared at them for
a good few days.
Eventually, I kicked the joggers off my bed and forgot about
them until my sister found them a week later. She is an ultra-sporty lifeguard,
by the way, who likes to refer to a 3-mile swim as ‘light exercise’. Anyway, She passed them to me with a
sympathetic smile on her face, reminding me not to worry and reassuring me that
she’d ‘text me with some motivation’. A day later, she sent me this message:
‘Been for a run yet?!?! Saw you snaffling the final 5
Maltesers last night. Get a move on! xxxxx’
Subtle, as always.
Anyway, her text sort of worked, although it did make me
think a little too much about Maltesers. So, I left a chocolate for myself-a
posh one from London -close to the back door, ready for my return. The quicker
I ran, the quicker I knew I’d be able to eat it. This is what I need, I
thought! This is motivation!
All wrapped in a pretty pink box as well.
Note to self though-don’t go running on a busy beach path in
August, especially if you want it ‘just be a quick little stint’. You will only
get held up by dogs and couples and be forced to do a ‘fake jog’ behind them;
i.e essentially run on the spot while they enjoy themselves. Even putting on
melodramatic heavy breathing will not make a tourist move.
Eventually, however, I did manage to get home and eat my little treat
(works for dogs, clearly works for humans too). And the great thing about it
was that I didn’t even have to feel guilty!
Anyway- the next ‘bribe’-sorry, I mean step-is to get myself
a new pair of running shoes. I have come to the conclusion that still using the
same ones that I did in Year 9 Games lessons is a little bit tragic. So, if any
of you have suggestions of wear to get a pair of comfy, practical, and ideally fashionable
trainers, then let me know. :)
Hope xx
