Thursday, 22 May 2014

Running: the good, the bad, the ugly....

So Paula has decided that running is really not her thing. Which is fair enough. The whole point of this venture was to give it a try and that's what we've done so far.

The good:
For myself, sometimes I just love running. My physiotherapists warned me to be careful and mostly I have been. I love the atmosphere of a race day and how good it feels when I hit the right rhythm. Plus the sense of achievement at the end and not to mention the medals:
I don't believe in hiding my medals away in a drawer somewhere. I worked for them and I want them on display!

As part of my training for the Marathon I did the Bupa women's 10k in Glasgow earlier this month. The atmosphere was amazing. People sat out in the street outside their homes all day cheering us on. It was a bit too hot but still really good fun.
And after the race I went celebrating with my fast friend Jude:
Look out for Jude doing the half marathon on Sunday, super speedy

The bad:
Sometimes running doesn't like me very much. I did a little bit too much dog walking and training after the 10k and have hurt my knee and achilles tendons, possibly through my hypermobility caused over-extension.
(I won't blame my doggy charge for encouraging me to walk too much though, she's too cute). 

The ugly:
But I'm going to take it easy between now and Sunday and fingers crossed there will be another medal in my collection by Monday...And maybe some more photos of me running with a crazed expression like this beauty, captured at the end of the Bupa 10k without my knowledge:
If you can make it to Edinburgh on Sunday please come and cheer us on in person. There's some more information about the course here.

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1 comment:

  1. Really excited for you and the entire team...fingers crossed for a great race day!
    And I LOVE the photo where you look so absolutely joy-full! I have a photo of one of my approximately ten perfect moments on horseback, and although I remember the elation of that special moment vividly, in the picture I look like I am trying to pass a stone.

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