Comeback setback   1 comment

Monday Monday, so good to me. Insofar as it meant bodypump in the morning then my second foray back to the marvellous world of track. I’m sticking to my promise to make bodypump light as it’s to help my running not to kill myself off (I can do that in so many other ways I have got to keep it sensible wherever possible). Of course, no matter how light the weights (and they aren’t THAT light) after all the reps it’s knackering enough. This class was very lunge-dominant. Arg my poor legs! Obviously I still loved it though.

I took my Hyperion to track in my bag whilst wearing my Noosa to cycle. I’m like a proper elite. Until the running starts… the session was (2 x) 3 x 800, 3 x 300. The 300s were where the work was. I went with Rick for the 800s as he is Mr Metronomic and can be 100% trusted to pace properly. By the last two 300s I’d run out the morning’s lunges and was ready for action: thus the session ended.

Tuesday is for resting and stretching. I did.

Wednesday was what everyone was looking forward to with great anticipation and excitement! No, not England in the World Cup semi final, but Phoenix 10k. I went out in the morning for a little jog to loosen out the post-lunge and track stiffness. As Phoenix is so close to my house I saw England’s goal before I set off to cycle down the deserted roads to Hove lawns. It was like marathon day when the roads are closed to cars. I haven’t been so nervous for a race for years. I think some of it was from absorbing the collective nervousness about England (which I didn’t care about), like getting emotional when watching a marathon. Also because I felt ready to actually see what I’m capable of at this (very early) stage of my comeback. I was watchless. I arrived about 10 minutes before the start so there wasn’t too much time to panic before it was time to go. The course had been adjusted to avoid going past the front of The Venue over concerns that it would be packed with football fans as we’d be passing at half time. This was actually rather good as it broke up the long stretch to and from Basin Road. Shame we still had to (twice) vault the large water pipe that currently runs across the prom by the lagoon. Anyway, I managed to keep focused, determined and strong throughout and, thanks to a shouting man in the last 400, picked it up right at the end to just dip under 46.

Two feet off in the last 400 metres

Obviously I had no idea what time I would run but as I tried my hardest and can’t therefore berate myself (well obviously I could but I’m not going to) I’ll have to accept that I’m currently 45.43 10k fit. I ran straight through the line, got my chip cut off, then continued onto my bike and home to catch the last 20 minutes of the match and extra time, having only missed Croatia’s equaliser.

Bryan was back for vibe on Thursday! Whoop indeed! For some strange reason I was utterly ruined. So I ruined myself further. Then went to Hove Park in the evening for my first Arena session there for ages. I had no quad left for the uphills but put in the effort and stayed strong in the downhills. I bailed out a bit early as there was no point hauling my decrepit frame up the last few hills just to make it to the full half hour.

Friday was, mercifully, another rest day.

If I’d thought pre-Phoenix was nerve wracking it was nothing on how I felt before parkrun. I knew I should be able to go sub 22 based on Phoenix. The weather was looking good. I went all elite again, strapping my hyperion to my bike rack, and wearing my Noosas to cycle. I even did some strides with Kev. Alas though as it was prom’s 3rd birthday the run didn’t actually get going until 9.17! I made the (ultimately stupid) decision to start with the 21 pacer as there wasn’t a 22. I managed to keep with him for the first mile or so. (I now realise this is 6.45 pace so what happened next shouldn’t have been such a surprise but…) There was a bit of confusion when hearing 10…11 as I passed halfway before realising he was going to say 10.59, 11 but bailed out of the 59. So basically I was spot on 22 pace at halfway but then COMPLETE DISASTER. Having started far too fast began to take its toll, but SALVATION, Rob had dropped back and came to pace me.

However do not let this photo fool you. I look like I’m smiling and sauntering but actually

this was happening. I was pushing myself so hard I had become a deafening, wheezing lunatic and had also begun sobbing uncontrollably. Fact: one cannot relax into ones running when these involuntary things are happening.

Second fact: a visor hides everything (and the fact photos are silent).

Third fact: I look more like I’m smiling when crying like a baby and wheezing like a punctured bellows (Isobellows).

After I crossed the line and collapsed in a totally sodden wailing heap Clare came over and asked if I’d fallen over. Ha! As if I’d cry then. I’m totally nails and NEVER cry with pain. The fact was I was utterly devoid of everything. I’d used up all my determination brain over Monday, Wednesday and Thursday so had absolutely nothing left to give either physically or mentally. I somehow cycled home and watched diamond league highlights but can remember nothing of that day from about 9.45am – 5pm. My time of 22.34 was totally awful but I can (just about) see why. Three hard running sessions beforehand, starting off far too fast, sobbing and wheezing, all these things aren’t conducive to a good run but still. You know me, I want to be good and I’m so far from good even when trying my absolute hardest (at least there can be no doubt about that this time – as Rob is my witness [and Clare {and God knows who else who saw me}]). As you can tell by what I just wrote I am still far from replenished in the brain. I have been suffering quite severe anxiety for a few weeks now which is probably because that’s when I’ve started doing proper focused training. As I use up a lot of energy in general due to my everyday high levels of anxiety the addition of proper training that involves full concentration means I deplete my adrenaline stores pretty quickly which leads to the terrible crash of Saturday. Usually I manage to keep the sobbing bit until I’m on my own at home though. Sorry for the ramble but it’s good to get it off my (stupid wheezy) chest. Anyway I did nothing today to try and regather some energy. Now the World Cup has finished hopefully everything can get back to normal including me.

Even after all that above I am pleased with my week’s training, being focused and having a purpose for each training session, and nailing some good runs. Now I’ll shut up so your poor eyes can have a well earned rest.


Posted 15/07/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

Come back comeback!   Leave a comment

After last week’s successful Monday double day I decided to do the same again. A light BODYPUMP™️ class in the morning then track in the evening. Both Rick and Dorian were there and we are all at the same stage of far-from-our-bests! How fortuitous. The session was 7 x 800, each time increasing the faster pace, from 700 steady pace, 100 faster pace all the way down to 100 steady 700 fast. The paces were supposed to be 10k to 5k. Rick is the master of knowing all paces in their 100m increments so I know we were doing 29 minute 5k pace for the faster bits. MetronomRick had to stop before the end and Dorian went ahead so I probably slowed down a bit on the last two but I kept up the effort nonetheless. An acceptable effort for my first track session since the birth of Christ.

Tuesday was a day of stretching and rolling. Though obviously it didn’t last longer than maybe 20 minutes. The stretching and rolling that is. The day lasted the usual 24 hours.

Wednesday is now the day for a quality session. This week it was the dreaded 3 x 9 minutes. I felt much better this time and actually felt like I was running properly. Up on my toes and much more strong and bouncy than I have for months if not years. Obviously my sustainable pace is still way off where I want it to be but that will come with time.

As Bryan was away (I checked after the horrid surprise of him not being there last week) I decided not to go to the class as the cover teacher is my least favourite. Instead I thought I’d have a go at some k reps. Another thing I haven’t done for ages (have I done ANYTHING for ages?). I set the interval timer on my watch for 4.10 (2 minute rest) as there’s a marked k on the seafront so obviously the plan was to reach 1k in the 4.10. Gah! I forgot there’s a ruddy great pipe running across the prom approx 50 metres from the 500m turn point! I ran over it (twice) on the first rep but from then on moved my start/end point back by what I hoped was the same distance. It didn’t really matter as I was still running for 4.10 even if I wasn’t quite attaining 1k it was near enough. My pace was around 6.50mm. Not great but ok especially after yesterday and my first proper track session on Monday.

Another rest day on Friday ready for the sub 22 onslaught at Worthing …

… which I totally ruined by deciding to take a caffeine tablet KNOWING that it gives me a massive stomach ache so I can’t run. WELL DONE YOU IDIOT. I also ran in sunglasses which meant I couldn’t see anything after a mile or so after they’d completely steamed up. AND the road surface to Worthing is TERRIBLE so I trashed my undercarriage. However a man did shout ROLL ON GORGEOUS at me as I was cycling home. Every cloud…

Almost stationary, with steaming eyeballs and a massive stomach ache

I had worn my absolutely dead T7s after being told my Adios are too heavy (I am very obedient). However that won’t help when I’ve already killed myself with caffeine. Let us never speak of it again. Until I do it AGAIN and enrage myself once more. I decided that I would invest in some new lightweight racing shoes as I did love my T7s (more so as I bought them with my £100 Brooks voucher that I received for winning the Bexhill Link Road 10k in … whatever year it was – a long time ago. 2014?). STOP PRESS: I WENT TO A REAL SHOP. Hooray! This means I am well and truly out of the doldrums. I haven’t had enough confidence to go to a real shop for YEARS (sorry for the glut of Saturday capitalisation). I chose RUN, because it’s close, and Kurt is very helpful. As soon as I walked through the door he KNEW I was looking for some lightweight shoes and even remembered my name. A pair of ladies Hyperion in the right size were immediately dispatched.

Out with the old and in with the new (keeping the old though for posterity)

I will now have to become laid back enough not to be deeply troubled by the fact they will clash HORRIBLY with my Arena vest (just the writing). This won’t usually happen as the shoes will be for parkrun but if I decide to test then at Phoenix I’ll have to deal with it. As I am now almost 100% not completely insane in the membrane perhaps I’ll be able to do it? Or maybe the distress will make me run extra fast so no one can see?

Today I went for a long run with Danny, fellow 2013 has been. Thankfully we bumped into Trevor and Emma who slowed us down a bit as Danny was intent on killing me with sub 8.30 pace. 10 miles in the bag before 8.30am.

Due to the extra k reps I managed an almighty 28 miles for the week.

Posted 08/07/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

The comeback continues   Leave a comment

Monday started, as it so often does these days, with BODYPUMP™️. I had made a late entry to the Arena 3000 that evening so went light. I’m not sure that really helps as it just means one can complete all the reps which sometimes doesn’t happen with the heavier weights. I must remember it’s MY class so I can do whatever the heck I like in it. I KNOW it’s a complement to my running so I don’t need to go all Arnold Schwarzenegger on my ass. Luckily it wasn’t too leggy either.

I had plans for the 3000. Which were immediately ruined by my own foolishnesses. I did however concentrate throughout and keep pushing and threw in a full 100 metre sprint finish for my own amusement so not a complete disaster but lots to work on for next time.

Retro vest and too short shorts

A big PW but acceptable for this stage of my return to form

The obligatory post-race team photo

I rested on Tuesday. Sticking to the first of my scheduled two days of rest per week,(so far). I was supposed to stretch and roll too but I didn’t do that. Tsk.

However I did on Wednesday, after an easy almost-6 in the morning, in preparation for the magic mile in the evening. I decided I wanted to do both miles so that, no matter what happened, it would be a tiny rep session. The slower race went first. I was watchless so had no idea how I did except from basing it on the girl who was first who usually does about 6.40. Which she did. Precisely.

Obviously I didn’t know this at the time

Run 1. Pacerless

For the second race Rob paced me. I hoped I might do sub 7.20 having guessed I’d done about 6.50 for the first one.

With help from the elite pacer (don’t know what I’m doing with my face). Thank you to Stewart Gregory for the excellent photographs

I felt stronger in the second one (for the faster runners) as the first one must have loosened my legs out. I couldn’t muster a sprint finish but felt a lot better in the last 400 metres (Rob paced that bit in both so it can’t have been that).

A very surprising sub 7. Thanks to Rob’s pacing

I was very pleased by my evening’s work, even before the results came out an hour or so later. Props to Karl for always getting the results out before I’ve even got home. I didn’t really think is he able to do two sub 7s and it was rather windy.

It was off to vibe as usual on Thursday but DISASTER! It wasn’t Bryan. So disappointing. Not a whoop to be heard (except a miniature one that slipped out from one of his regulars – no, not me). I think others must have had a tip off as the class was quite empty without his usual fan club. The class was fine just not what I was expecting. May be for the best after 3 races in the preceding days.

On Friday I had a Proto massage. A bit of calf but mostly shoulders to try and counteract my T. rex running style. This is my second scheduled rest day of the week. Check out my sensibleness!

Worthing was the venue for this week’s parkrun. The wind was the wrong way round but it’s good to practice my weaknesses so a windy 3k return was just the ticket. I so died! However I had no watch so didn’t know the extent of my death. I had absolutely no idea of my finishing time. Other than “slow”.

The upward trend continues

Not a great time but better than I suspected and than it felt like with the complete death in the last mile into the hot hurricane.

Today I felt it was time to get back on the long runs. 11 miles before it got too hot meant leaving the house before 7am (as close as I’ll ever get to a Sawyer start time).

Slow and steady wins the race. Except it obviously doesn’t but as this wasn’t a race it was fine

A mammoth 24 miles for the week!

Football match number 487656 to watch now. Bye!

Posted 01/07/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

I was the weakest link. Hello   1 comment

After last week’s not so good BODYPUMP™️ I was hopeful this week’s would be excellent. Praise be to jeebus! He was. I mean the instructor was good, he wasn’t Jesus (though he did have a large beard). Much more style, he even said “is it hometime yet?” midway through which is a refrain that runs through my mind often in such situations. A good start to the weak.

Tuesday was my first foray into more focused speed work. Obviously it currently contains no real speed so perhaps it should better be called effort work. 5 x 3 minutes effort with two minute recoveries.

The first two were into the wind which seems to have discombobulated my GPS as well as ruining my effort. Thankfully the last three were with the wind behind so I managed to get into a much better rhythm and settled straight back into my anaemic/injured short interval pace of 6.40ish. Once I get properly run fit again this should come hurtling down (she states optimistically).

Wednesday was The Weakest Link. Possibly my favourite race of the year. I had told Mark that I wasn’t sure if I’d be able run (as we had to sign up well in advance) but after the miraculous cure from falling over I was feeling completely healed and reasonably confident that it would be fine even over the lumpy, grassy, hilly, zigzaggy course. Then I discovered who my team was. I was so very the weakest link indeed! Tristan and Dani are both sub 19 parkrunners and Jim (who I’d never met before) had just run 19.40 at Worthing. Gulp. Oh well, it would be a good test of my mettle. Being the weakest link I was first leg. I was quite pleased with my run. Full of iron means I have enough brain to be able to keep pushing throughout, which I did and overall I was pleased with the leg.

Waiting at the start with Georgia and the world’s tallest runner

Feeling like a gazelle, looking like a limp wristed statue

Spectating with fellow Arenas (poor Marc receiving 4 fingers, and not of kitkat)

On the team leg I kept up the effort and it was good to have my team mates pushing me yet somehow this leg was slower. However we still came home as first Arena team and 24th team out of 106 over all.

Most of the Arena contingent (one team still out on the course)

No rest for the weakest so it was off to vibe on Thursday morning. Bryan had learnt his lesson so he was whoop group 1 with the rest of us as group 2. He also added the classic Fireball by Pitbull where we were encouraged to shout Fireball in the correct place. I bet you can’t guess what I did(n’t). Regardless of all this I still loved it and worked myself to death, as it should be.

I rested on Friday.

Having been following the Michael Rix training system for a while pre achilles it was time to take the next step and LEAVE SUSSEX to do a parkrun! I’ve done 352 parkruns and only one outside Sussex (Brockenhurst). He had to work in London so Dulwich was the choice. We got there exceedingly early (7.25am) but this turned out to be good as we were in the wrong park! With the aid of the parkrun map and some helpful dog walkers we found ourselves in the right park. It was a lovely sunny morning and the park was very nice. I was under pressure as Mike had to go straight to work afterwards. The run brief was very thorough so we didn’t even get started until 9.09! Yikes! Naturally being a very calm person (ha!) I started way way way too fast and totally died after mile 1. Oops. I finally finished (Mike only had to wait 6 minutes – the shame) and ran back to the car with him faster than my parkrun pace.

Possibly the worst pacing ever

Even though I ran it terribly the course was really nice, 3 flat concrete laps in an excellent park, and we had perfect weather. In retrospect a sub 7 first mile is much faster than I ever thought I’d be able to do at this stage and the fact I still (just about) managed to get to the end after such a stupid start must mean … something.

“Return to form” = totally forgetting how to pace

Today (Sunday) I went out for 3 x 9 minutes effort to try and get back some speed endurance back as this is the thing I have totally lost through 7 weeks of none/minimal running. Turned out I was utterly exhausted. However I still put in effort which is the point so I will forget about the slowness. 7 miles over all so at least I’ve gone further than Phoenix 10k which is far too soon. The grand total of 17.9 miles for the week. Now I must sleep forever. After the football, and only until tomorrow.

Posted 24/06/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

Back on the road   Leave a comment

Hopefully not the one to ruin.

Monday started with a different pump instructor. Not my type. Luckily there’s a different one next Monday so I’ll try him out next. As I said before the beauty of The Circle is the range of times, days, classes and instructors. I’m sure to strike gold soon enough with my perfect combination of person, class, time and day.

In the evening I went over to Lewes to help officiate at vets league. Arena were in charge of marshalling the ladies shot put and long jump.

I, Brigitte and Paul, best measurers in the land

I do wish I had been able to compete but also it was nice to be able to help and to watch some of the races. My highlight was Brigitte and Michele in the 4 x 200 relay. Brilliant! Perfect baton handover between them too. Watch out Bolt, your replacements are here!

I went out extremely cautiously on Tuesday as I didn’t want to fall over again and my legs were very tired after BODYPUMP™️ which I think is what caused me to fall over last time. I was very slow indeed but remained upright so a great success.

On Wednesday I went to visit my mother which I haven’t done for a few years. Tsk! Bad daughter. We ate, drank, laughed and ranted just like always. Her cat bit me. All was as usual.

Don’t be fooled! This fluffy stomach is a trap and you WILL be bitten. Obviously I succumbed. Could YOU resist that utter fluffiness?

The trains even behaved perfectly both ways.

On Thursday it was back to business with a trip to vibe. Bryan had not learnt and thought that, because there were a lot of people in the class, he could safely split it and join group 1 and have two whoop groups. Wrong! As always those who sit to the left of the door, whoop group 2, are not the whooping types so off went group 1 merrily whooping, followed by the deathly silence of group 2. Even with all his cajoling there was not a sound to be heard. Maybe one day he’ll learn, or a whooper will accidentally sit on our side. I avoided the arm waving too in the traditional style, towel to face. I was so very knackered at this one.

I had another round of acupuncture booked for Friday so went out for a quick (but not quick) 4 miles just in case the acupuncture killed me as much as last time. It did not. It was completely fine. Maybe because this time I didn’t get a needle in the portal of evil doom in the sole of my foot.

It was the Arena parkrun series at Worthing on Saturday so what better way to start my comeback than with a slow, progressive run starting from the back(ish)? It was very windy on the way out so I kept it slow (no choice really) with the intention to try and push it on the way back. My total lack of running fitness became apparent when I couldn’t get faster after my initial increase of pace after the cone. I could see Marc ahead of me so just tried to stay the same distance behind him.

Looking like a mad person just before the turn. Thanks Danny for the photo

Worst placing ever!

As it was so busy due to it being Worthing’s 100th and Kelly Holmes being there I had to queue to cross the line which added approx 20 seconds. I was pleased with this as there wasn’t even a grumble from the achilles. It’s amazing how it’s gone from disaster to almost completely fine in the space of a week or so.

Kelly Holmes obviously can’t wait to join Arena

Today (Sunday) I went out for another progressive. It was very windy indeed so I made sure I did my first two miles into the wind so I could do the fastest three with the wind behind.

Something to improve from

This killed me thus I must keep it up to get faster. No one has ever moved as slowly as I did trying to get back home into the wind. Somehow I ran 20 miles this week! Now I can get stuck in to getting some speed back but I’m going to keep a BODYPUMP™️ and vibe spin class in my weekly repertoire and try and keep runs to a minimum but keeping each as a quality session. Let’s see how that goes…

Posted 17/06/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

Ups and downs   Leave a comment

I started the week with spin again. The usual Monday morning woman was back, who I haven’t seen before, and I didn’t enjoy her class as much as the ones I’d been doing but the beauty of The Circle is there are classes on all days and at all times with different instructors. I know she has a class on Wednesday morning and I’ll try a BODYPUMP™️ class on Monday instead. So many possibilities!

In the evening I went to watch My Dad Wrote a Porno Live. So much laughing my face ached. Thus it counted as exercise and is mentioned here.

On Tuesday it was time for another little test run. It felt a bit faster than previously but I wasn’t wearing my watch, maybe 9.20 mile pace? Anyway everything felt a lot more normal and no niggles but I could feel the pinch beginning if I tried to push the pace even slightly. So I didn’t. I did zoom past some ladies so was quite pleased until I heard their phone say they were going at 14mm pace. Anyway no one will ever know what speed I was actually travelling at.

I really didn’t enjoy BODYPUMP™️ on Wednesday. I think some serious hay fever was making me extra groggy and unable to keep up with the routines and changing the weights. The latter meant I ended up doing the chest track with my squat weights. Yikes! Pecs of steel. However I did get some chocolates as thanks for an article I wrote about The Circle from the owner. (It’s on the WHD page of this blog if you want to read it).


Having totally destroyed myself through a combination of hay fever and running and laughing and BODYPUMP™️ failures I found myself totally destroyed by Vibe on Thursday. Thankfully he didn’t do any arm waving so thank the lord for small mercies. Instead we finished with some Greek plate smashing music which was much better. I was so dead though.

So naturally I decided to try another run on Friday. It was all going quite well until I fell over for absolutely no reason 2.5 miles away from home. I felt really sick and had to actually sit down for ages. I did contemplate hitchhiking home but after a long while I managed to muster up a mini jog and get home.


I rested on Saturday as I was battered and bruised and felt distinctly strange.

Today (Sunday) was the annual WSFRL Arena races in Hove Park. Because I’m so utterly brilliant I had to do the number writing down again ably assisted by Rob.

Numerical dream team (thanks Danny for the photo)

Nervously pencilling the leg to shreds

Then I felt the need to try another run. One where I remained upright and could test what speeds I can now attain with pain. I had planned to do this on Friday’s run but almost knocking myself out put paid to that idea. To make sure I didn’t fall over I ran like a horse doing dressage. I felt like I was running properly for the first time in months and months and months (I must actually be a horse. I certainly have the teeth) and didn’t even let the busyness of the seafront anger me. I managed to attain great speeds (greater than anything I’ve been able to do for months anyway).


Did the last mile in around 7.30 which was rather unexpected. Also I was nowhere near as tired as I thought I’d be, in a cardio sense, so all the spin must have kept a certain level of fitness. I don’t want to get ahead of myself but I feel like I’m finally getting somewhere. The falling over must have jolted everything back into place as there’s no way I could have even 8.30mm on Tuesday or Thursday (pre fall).

The absolutely massive total of 12.6 miles this week.

Posted 10/06/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

More stuff   Leave a comment

Monday’s spin was full of normal people! It must have been something to do with it being bank holiday. Naturally I was still the sweatiest by a long long way.

On Tuesday I felt ready for another very small test jog having recovered from the Peak District. I’m not wearing my watch for the foreseeable future as I must run by feel and not be distracted by being “too slow” or “only” running a few miles (though actually I am fully aware of how far I’m running seeing as I’ve spent a lot of time running up and down the seafront so know how far I’ve gone). Anyway I ran approx 2.5 miles at a speed somewhere between snail and tectonic plate. I have put no detail in my running diary so goodness knows what happened but I’m still alive so it can’t have been too bad.

Wednesday was back to BODYPUMP™️. So… much… leg… I’d put my weights up again so of course there were loads of pulse squats, lunges and other evils. Excellent. In the evening I was the number taker downer for the Magic Mile. I’d forgotten my hair clip so Rob kindly tried to affix his cap to my head but to no avail. My head is so small the cap wouldn’t go small enough. I have to tailor all my running hats by sewing extra velcro onto them as the strap totally bypasses that which is provided at purchase. Luckily it wasn’t too windy so Trump-style hair disaster was averted.

The curse of the tiny head strikes once more

Thursday was everyone’s favourite vibe class aka WHOOPSPIN™️. After the crammage of Monday Thursday was very empty. Only 9 people in a class of 38 bikes. So empty was it that Bryan (instructor) had to be WHOOPGROUP1 all by himself. Somehow I managed to work even harder than usual and/or I had a minor cold as I found myself coming-to halfway off my bike in a sort of mini faint. Thankfully spin bikes are hard to fall off so all was well. I then had a little rest on the handlebars then continued apace.

I rested on Friday as I still felt a bit weird after Thursday. Nothing ominous, just like I might be getting a cold.

By Saturday I felt better so went out for another test jog. *whispers* It felt a lot better. I could run normally, mechanically, so I didn’t have to concentrate on landing in a weird heelstrike as I have for the past month or so. It was still very slow of course but definitely a bit of progress. I must remain sensible though and keep my running easy and infrequent. Luckily I don’t miss running at all at the moment and actually feel a lot calmer and happier than I have for years. Obviously the iron is playing a big part in that but it can’t be ignored that NOT being able to run means I can’t stress about all the pressure that comes with running (for me). This doesn’t mean I don’t want to get back running because I do but it helps now I can’t run and also reminds me that running is supposed to be fun so if it isn’t, as hindsight shows it hasn’t been for at least a year or so, then I shouldn’t be rushing back into it.

Today (Sunday) was my first official DNS, where I had my number but didn’t use it. I enjoyed going over to Worthing (thank you Nic and Val for the lift and Mark and Rob for the additional in-car company) and just spectating. I’m not sure if all the walking over the pebbles was good or bad for my Achilles but, once again, I’m still alive so let’s say it was good.

An optimistic week.

Posted 03/06/2018 by Isobel Muir in Running

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