I’ve been feeling grim and grumpish for the past couple of weeks and have been hiding myself away from the world with silly murders on the kindle.
This is in some part to my struggles with getting back to running, though part is also SML hijinx (fortunately I’m only on the periphery) and stress over manageressing assessments (so silly) and then we get onto the judging self for being so grim and grumpish and stressed … rinse. repeat. etc. Exhausting!
But back to the running – I’m building back up distance very slowly, my right foot is a mess because of the endless taping-up and applications of ibuprofen gel (both now abandoned) and I’m getting a bunion (and bunionette) on the left – ARGH!
Finally yesterday morning and this afternoon I was able to crack the 5km mark but Holy!Goodness! it was challenging and my times are nowhere near what they were. Intellectually, I know taking it slowly is necessary, but blergh!
And I’ve lost my running partner for the next little while – poor Donaldo has two fractured ribs! Which were the result of either golf or yoga or sneezing. No strenuous exercise for 6-8 weeks.
Mentally though, I think I am ready to get back on the pony.