I am getting slower and slower.
I am quite convinced I am at a plateau. I lack motivation. I'd like to think its the change in lifestyle that's doing it. That every time I think I had it going, my progress would be hampered by some event. I think so far I've had pretty valid excuses. Illness, travel, visitors.
I feel irritated at these interruptions. But I know I shouldnt because there is nothing critical about improving my running performance. It is a hobby, after all, and if I am uptight about it, then I'm really pathetic.
I saw Joey today and I arranged to see her again after sunday's run, before I take off. I miss having my legs tortured. Only in these moments will I say to myself, pain is weakness leaving you. Oh yes, you sick person. Joey will seek out every clot you have ever had in your muscle fibres and she will attempt to smoothen it out and you will scream and scream. Its like a Stephen King movie. Or Freddie Kruger. You wake up from a dream only to realise you are living it real.
Once I get back to Sydney, I really hope I can get my routine back on track. I have nothing to train for right now. But I'd wish to run just to enjoy it for what it is. I've been shopping for it at least. New running gears, new shoes for trail running, I've yet to buy sunglasses and a camelback, hoping at some point, like running to the Bay and back instead of driving there to do the 7k loop.
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