The ground was so hard with frost today that the boys' football was cancelled. Yippeee!! This meant that I could go running as opposed to standing on a touchline.I donned all my layers and off I went.
A beautiful cold morning so I followed my nose, with my Ipod Nike+ thingy on, through the little bit of woods by the cricket pitch, down the road, up the hill. ALL LOVELY. I ran for 37 minutes, of which probably 7 was walking. It is brilliant to be out again and, for the first time in ages I am enjoying it and looking forward to my runs.
The Marathon training really took it out of me... more than I realised at the time and I am slowly getting back into being a runner. Can I call myself a runner ? I suppose I can because I run, but I don't think I will ever truly see myself as a runner. Now that the marathon is done I want to concentrate on me, my fitness, both physical and emotional, and on doing this for pleasure.
I am going to enter some races this year, but no further than 10k. That is a distance I enjoy and can do without too much trauma when I am fit. This is good !