It's not even 10pm yet and I'm sitting in bed, tapping away, mostly thinking about how week nine (!) of half marathon training has been, partly thinking about how I really should remove my gel polish but I'm too impatient to sit around waiting for acetone to do it's thing.
But I digress.
In many ways week nine was pretty unremarkable. I actually ran very little - one wholly unremarkable 4.5 mile run through the city (although I did discover Marylebone High Street, which looks fabulous) and 8 miles on Saturday morning which was speedy and felt good. I threw in a session of cross-training with Elle in for a bit of a challenge - and after a week and a half off and far too much food and drink it really was a challenge - and I did yoga.
A lot of yoga.
Yoga every (damn) day infact. I'm going to dedicate a post later in the week sharing the details of exactly what I'm up to, but to be a hippy about it I felt called to focus a bit more on my practice than maybe I have done in the past. I've practice yoga on and off for years, but never especially seriously. However lately I felt like something was missing, that I needed a way to quiet my mind and strengthen myself, so I decided to start the habit of doing at least some yoga every day. I'm already feeling an impact, I won't spoil the blog post, but I will say that I think it'll make me a better, stronger runner. Which is why I don't feel too bad about dropping some runs.
I do wonder if my lack of motivation to run was because I was being called to do something different with my body. That my body needs a change at the moment. Feeling less pressure to run four or five times a week (which is a lot by anyones standards) is helping, but so is getting my headspace in a different way. I'm hoping absence will make the heart grow fonder. While also gifting me killer glutes and a calmer mind. I noticed during my run on Saturday that I felt happier running than I had done in quite awhile. My legs felt lighter and my head was clearer. it felt like less of a slog and the miles passed more lightly. After weeks of hauling myself through training it was refreshing, an I hope it continues. I can't imagine not running, but for awhile I was concerned I was so un-enamoured. Things aren't back where there were, but they are improving.
I'm still shaking the can for Unicef, and I really hope that you'll dig deep and give big for this amazing cause - my target is just £400, but that £400 can make a real difference to the lives of vulnerable children.