In 9 weeks I will be undertaking my biggest ever physical challenge by running around a 579 metre track for 24 hours straight.
And at the moment, I hate running.
Don’t get me wrong, that wasn’t always the case. I liked running, but usually only 5kms or so and only when I feel like it. I don’t like following running plans. Even marathon training is a chore to me (which might suggest why I’ve never achieved a decent time over 26.2 miles) so when I sat down to really plan the logistics of the challenge I set myself, it dawned on me that it would involve A LOT of training runs.
But I got on with it and dutifully followed the plan.
About 3 weeks in, I realised I really didn’t enjoy running this much. And the time I spent running was only going to get longer.
Why, if I hate running so much, did I set myself this challenge? Well that was half the point. Why set a charity goal for something that would be a lot of fun?
But i was really struggling for motivation and that’s when injury struck. A suspected partial tear of the bicep. Potentially, enough to stop me doing the challenge altogether as I needed to keep the arm immobilised and couldn’t run.
Thankfully, It wasn’t as bad as first thought and with lots of RICE, it’s sufficiently mended so I can start running again.
And I actually missed it! So now the plan is back on track (with a 5 hour run at the crack of dawn done on Sunday) and I’m looking forward to the big event