This morning I woke up after a reasonable nights sleep, took a peep behind the curtain and was pleased to see a hint of blue in the sky and a frost free pavement.
This is when it all went wrong. I started thinking!
I checked the Met Office who told me with the windchill it felt like -8 degrees. Then, whilst downstairs getting the girls breakfast I opened then back door to have those figures confirmed.
I got back into bed, my head full of shall I, shan’t I. My wife took the initiative and decided she would go for a run – with a chiropractor appointment later today, a Sunday morning run probably wouldn’t be advisable for her.
So I sat in bed with my youngest messing with my phone, while I debated with my head what I would do. What was i worried about?
If I got cold I would warm up again.
Would the sacrifice of the chill be worth it for a the buzz of clocking up another run?
I took myself to the mirror and tried to get on top of my thoughts. A few affirmations and acknowledgements of gratitude and I got dressed into my gear.
With a t shirt, jumper and coat, along with a bobble hat and a neck scarf and gloves I was as warm as I could be, whilst still keeping a reasonable degree of movement in my body.
So how did it go? It was blowy, it was cold. But I’d made the right decisions regarding my attire and the wind was behind me while I ran along the picturesque promenade of my home town. The sea was choppy, but the sun was out. Within a mile I was glad I’d pushed myself.
I went on to clock up another 10km, running just over an hour. This takes my running total for the month to 48km, and my goal was 50km. At this rate I could be nudging 100km in a month by March, which is absolute madness!!
So, I need to learn how to manipulate my thoughts to make sure I win. To take less notice of the forecast, as that gives me an excuse before my head even leaves the pillow.
I hope you have a successful weekend.
Love to you all. Andy
