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Another weekend, another 10K.
Jumping back into racing after an 18-month break, with two events in less than two weeks, definitely wasn’t the plan. But my 16-year old son was keen to try a 10K and the race I’d been aiming for, in Wells at the end of May, was already full. So we shifted our sights to the Glastonbury Round the Tor on the May Bank Holiday weekend.
Can you still call yourself a runner when you haven’t run for nearly half a year?
Things looked a little bleak in January when my retina came loose yet again, but third eye op and third time lucky. Everything finally stayed where it was supposed to, and I adjusted to life being a little fuzzy and distorted.
The bad news? An eyeball full of oil meant a further three months with no running, no jumping, no anything that could be described as ‘high impact’.
When I first started writing this post, it was all set to be a bit of a moan that I had to take a month off running, and a look forward to being able to get back to training. Then events took a different turn.
Funny how I pay attention to my health but never really think much about my sight. It’s there, it works, until it doesn’t.
In 2016, I hit 50. In 2017, I celebrated a quarter century of being a runner.
Two pretty major milestones: running’s been a Significant Other in my life for longer than I’ve been a parent, a wife, a non-runner (almost).
Yet between those two events, the shift that’s happened in my thinking and my training’s been completely unexpected.
A small confession: I’ve had a bit of a problem with racing since I started Chi Running nearly 7 years ago. I can run as chilled as you like in training, but stick a number on my shirt with a bunch of safety pins and suddenly I’m wound up as tight as a piano wire.
Run relaxed? About as easy as running backwards.
