Okay I was going to go on a complain fast. I was reading about it in Oprah last night (I know I know just don’t even go there) and I realised that I had, in fact, been complaining a lot and it would do me (and those who have to listen) a great deal of good if I just shut up. So I thought this was a great idea. But before I do that I just have to have a few last vents:
– I went to see a friend this week who lives in beautiful Derbyshire, also known as the Peak district, which is about an hour away from here. I went for a lovely 5.5 mile run there even though it’s the PEAK district. Hilly does not begin to describe the sheer crevasses I ran up like a mountain goat (an old ailing one but still). I was all perky and run-happy and even took some photos. I had clearly had a few too many coffees that day because look at the photos.. It was a horrible day! I did really enjoy it – sometimes it’s trips like this that make you realise the joy of running is being able to enjoy places like this – even in the rain. HOWEVER and here is my big moan – I forgot my running shoes at my friend’s house! Now that is not an enormous problem – I do have my “old” ones which are fine BUT my running shoes have my iPod sensor on them and so I am not recording any miles for the Great Pickled Herring challenge that Maddy started! Can you believe the frustration? Anyway I am hoping that I will get my shoes back sometime next week. But I’ve already run another 8 without recording.. Boohoo….
– there is no live update from the Amsterdam Marathon! None of you guys can follow me as the race goes along. They do use chips (doh!) but there is no updating as we go along! I guess I took it for granted – at NYC and Chicago they sent updates to mobile phones and updated on the internet – but no.. How annoying.
– I’m tired. I’m so plodding through my runs. My crazy life shows no sign of calming down and I’m in tired headless chicken mode. Achieving very very little, I might add.
So – ok. Complain fast now. I’m going to store all this frustration and energy within me without letting the top off so there are two options:
– I explode in unbridled fury at whichever poor person it is who does me some perceived tiny wrong which tips the balance. OR
– I do something about those elements I can change that are frustrating me. So I can get some sleep, just enjoy my running without recording my runs and start again when my shoes come back, and just enjoy the marathon.
Plan B is probably preferable for all involved.. So now I’m going to have to cut this entry short because it’s Saturday am, I’m in my study and I can hear my daughter (7) vacuuming downstairs. If she vacuums, something is broken … So in calm and collected mood, I will sail down the stairs and survey the apocalypse. Wish me strength my friends and happy running!