Back running today after my latest injury setback. I originally thought it was worse but, thankfully, it seems to have settled down after a week of rest. Well, I say rest, but what I actually mean is a week of not running. You never really get to rest at chez Black as we lurch from one drama to the next. That’s all part of the fun, I guess, but Monday morning seems to come round earlier and earlier every week. Oh well.
I’ll be effectively starting from scratch again today but, all being well, I’ll build up in distance as the week progresses. Weather permitting, as there is thunder, lightning and heavy rain forecast for later today. I can’t remember a wetter June and I’m certainly getting plenty of use out of the Ulster Rugby anorak I recently purchased with some of my birthday money. Us Irish have webbed feet.
I like to have a running target and had previously agreed to run a half marathon for our Office charity for 2019, the Northern Ireland Hospice who provide palliative care for terminally ill people. It’s looking like it will be the Belfast Half Marathon in September which leaves me the whole summer to prepare. I’m not setting myself a time target, I’ll be happy to get round in one piece and raise a few pounds for the cause.
After that, it will be my tenth marathon. I’ve decided I want to run it for the Mae Murray Foundation, a charity which allows disabled young people to access activities they would otherwise never get a chance to enjoy. Thanks to them our daredevil daughter, Hannah, has been cycling, snow tubing, surfing and skiiing with them in the last year alone. They had a disco last Friday night and she was the last person off the dance floor.
I’m not sure when I’ll run it. It will most likely be Belfast 2020 which seems an awfully long way off, especially given the injuries and illness I’ve had, to date, in 2019. I worry so much could go wrong between now and then. Part of me is tempted to commit to something earlier but this clashes with Adam’s rugby schedule and I’m loathe to miss any of his matches when he has such a big season ahead.
I need to learn to walk before I run. Any distance. Small steps, build it up gradually. Learn to enjoy running again instead of waking up enveloped in a blanket of gloom at the thought of having to run. I don’t have to run, the world will keep turning if i don’t. But I want to and probably need to, more so for my mental than physical health. The thought of running causes me anxiety but the actual act itself is a complete stress buster. Figure that one out.
Today I run.