Running and I have fallen out. We are sitting in the same room but not speaking and occasionally giving each other dirty looks. Every now and again one of us tries to start a conversation:
Running: it’s not really my fault you know. Come on, you bought me new trainers, you must still like me a bit?
Me: No, I don’t. And the trainers were on sale, that’s all. It is your fault.
R: But You are the one who got it wrong. Maybe you should be blaming The Plan instead?
Me: Humph. No. I’m still blaming you. And leave me alone.
R: I’m not having that. And look, what about all the time we have spent together lately, doesn’t that mean anything to you?
Me (getting cross): that’s my point exactly! I spent time, money and energy on you. I even wrote a blog about you and still, still you treat me like this. You are just cruel and unfair. Go away.
Me (through clenched teeth) Go. Away.
What happened for such a falling out? I have had a series of bad runs. I have followed the plan, done the running and the end game is here. Next week I am due to test 5 months training and see how much faster I can run 10k and my last 3 runs have been disastrous.
Firstly was the 10k that was shortened to 7k because my legs just felt so heavy and tired I simply couldn’t keep going.
Then came the 5k tempo run, regularly done, that came in 30 seconds per km below goal pace and 3 minutes slower than my last attempt.
Today I decided to do intervals in the hope it would help kick start some speed again but once more could not maintain a regular fast pace.
Its like all the work I have done since July has been in vain and I am destined to be the end of the pack forever.
That’s why I am not talking to Running.