Desire....
I’m not a runner who runs everyday or every week, I move in and out of desiring the feeling that running gives me… That desire can be generated, when I am facing a run or a distance that genuinely scares me – a marathon will do that. Or it comes back naturally, softly insinuating itself in the back of my head. I catch myself wondering how to take my kit on a work trip, wondering where my Garmin is and whether its charged. I start thinking about what I’m eating, not changing much, but just thinking… It must be infuriating to watch, as I seemingly go into running hibernation, still turning out for runs and not doing horrendously – nowhere as good as I should be, nowhere as good as I had been six months earlier. Which brings me to my first race of 2017 – an mixed terrain half marathon along the Wirral Way – I printed the plan, and I followed it for a week and then I didn’t. The desire wasn’t there… So plan B is going to kick in, I know I can run halfs with little or no training