It seemed a good idea at the time... by LucyMoore31

So I got the new running shoes, all shiny and blue. Manged my easy run on Thursday, my routine 5 Miles. I finished feeling I had hardly done anything- that great feeling when you have started to up your mileage and are feeling really fit, and you want to run further.

It went downhill from there

Friday I was supposed to be going for a nice evening out with the hubby  but he came home from work very sick. It wasn't too surprising as our daughter had vomited all over his face the previous night so I swallowed my disappointment -along with a nice glass of red. An hour later he woke and announced he was fine and now did want to go out! Cue another glass of red, a lovely curry, another glass of red and a stonking headache Saturday morning 

So mad at myself, the closest I got to my Saturday run was buying a sports bottle and figuring out a scenic longish run to look forward to on Sunday.

Sunday came and feeling all smug that I didn't have a hangover I arranged a trot out at 1pm. Then I came over with what seemed like a second hit hangover! Still, I set off thinking the run would kill or cure- still not sure which it did!

I immediately felt wrong. My legs didn't feel my own. Where I normally breeze/fly through the first mile all I could hear-even through my ipod-was the thud thud thud of my feet on the pavement. I felt like someone had swapped my legs for...well I don't know what! I carried on and my headache got worse, I think I even started to cry. I stopped, then started, stopped again, picked up my phone to ask for a lift home. My saving grace was I had for the first time taken a small isotonic drink which I kept sipping.

My run took me alongside a wood , by now I was on mile 4 enjoying the scenery and decided there was no point turning back even though my head was pounding and nose streaming. I turned my ipod off and kept a steady pace. I started saying things to myself- things I tell the kids;

you are not a quitter

accept it, deal with it

if you can believe you can do it you will

if someone tells you you can't achieve something do it anyway with brass knobs on just to pee them off

Don't eat snot

I wasn't even trying to convince myself , merely trying to think of some  positive thoughts  but they must have filtered through!

Quite suddenly I found my headache had gone completely and I was going at a quicker pace. I felt great again.

Then at 9 miles I noticed pain on the bottom of both feet. Blisters So instead of running the last mile at full speed I could only manage a hobbled jog home. I did however complete the 10 miles in an hour and a half and am really proud of myself for running 10 miles alone when I felt rubbish.

There is so much you can learn in one run! I really felt that my body would carry on regardless as long as my mind told it to. 

Oh well only another 16 and a bit on top of that trauma and I will be OK