I’ve had five days without running and boy did I feel it today. The 5 day absence manifested itself in the following ways.
1. Denial: I pretended I hadn’t noticed that I hadn’t run for 5 days. Every time my mind wandered to the fact that I had missed several days, I immediately diverted my attention to other things. I refused to accept that I hadn’t been running this week.
2. Self-sabotage: This morning I ate 7 kit kats (2 fingers not 4, small mercies) and 8 mint club bars. The more I ate, the more I tried to convince myself that I was happier eating rubbish than I would be running.
3. Excuses: the excuses I made for not running included the weather, the lack of sunlight, being too busy, having weak ankles and needing to watch videos I’d seen on Facebook.
4. Asking for help: before I let my brain register what I was doing, I’d messaged someone I knew wouldn’t let me get away with not exercising and asked them to make sure I did it today. Thanks mum.
5. Just getting on with it: sometimes you just have to do it and in the process of just getting on with it you realise it was the right thing to do, which you did actually know all along.
6. The run itself: harder than I remembered. I set off way too fast and burnt out at 24 minutes. Not physically but mentally; I just flopped. I couldn’t get myself to finish the run.
7. Acceptance: accepting that just because I didn’t run for 30 minutes today doesn’t mean I failed. Accepting that if I take a break it will be harder to start again. Accepting that I am going to have to keep this up on a regular basis to keep feeling the positive effects.
The 7 steps of running. I’m glad I ran today and I’m glad, in a way, that I had a little break. I could have taken 5 days off and then realised that running really wasn’t for me but actually it was nice to know that I missed it. It was nice to know that when I went back to it, I wanted to still feel good about my progress. And I did.