Well....I've not been running.....much....the whole entire week.
How much 'not-running', you ask?
Well.....there was that 8km run after work on MONDAY...and then a measly 5km run today, ie SATURDAY morning.
So what happened in between MONDAY and SATURDAY?
Did I my make-belief dog ate up my whole collection of running shoes?
Was I plagued by dreaded injuries, thus physically prevented me from running?
Did I fall out of love with running?
Was I too lazy to roll out of bed before work to run?
Erm....yeah *hangs head in shame*
Well....in defense of myself, I was on-call TUESDAY and I figured I needed a little more sleep before punching in at 8am so I skipped the run that morning.
WEDNESDAY morning was obviously a no-go as I was still technically "at-work".
I did plan to run that evening but it poured right after I slipped my right foot into my running shoes. As you would have guessed, I was already prepped up to run.
Yes, talk about bad weather and bad timing.
And what about THURSDAY and FRIDAY?
Erm.....would you believe that I traded running for reading?
Yup.....a friend loaned his copy of Dan Brown's 'The Lost Symbol' and I was reading it late into the night and therefore could barely open my eyes when in the morning, let alone wake up earlier to run.
But let me add, 'The Lost Symbol' was FANTASTIC!!!!!
Every thriller-literature buff should get their hands on it....when it comes out in paperback!!!
(I found it a little impractical to get the hardcover version.....but if you lack the virtue of patience, then by all means get the hardcover NOW!)
So I figured I'd try and get a long run on SATURDAY with Pearlie and therefore can justify (somewhat) the lack of mileage for the past few days. Everything was planned. We'd do 21km.
At 5.30am, I woke up to the pitter-patter of raindrops outside my room window which imminently progressed to a respectable downpour.
My long run hope was thinning.
I thought, nevermind.....sleep in till 7am and then review the prospect.
Still raining....heavily, might I add.
Fine.....sleep on until 8.30am.
What the hell....is it still raining??!!!
At 9am, it has diminished to a light drizzle.
I can handle a drizzle.
I thrive in drizzles.
Unfortunately, I kinda promised mom we'd do brunch at 10am and I need a mandatory minimum of 15 minutes in the showers post-run....(it's my thing, don't ask!), then another 15 minutes to sort though my wardrobe, because as a member of the double-X chromosome, I perpetually have NOTHING to wear despite much evidence to the contrary!
So I only had time for a 5km run.
It dawned on me that the 4 days of no-run ultimately left me a little out of breath and unable to go as fast as I thought I could.
I swear, I'd sleep early the whole of next week and build back a respectable weekly mileage.
And I'm doing the RealRun 15km in Singapore next weekend.
Yes......I realized that I just got back FROM Singapore last week......
Alright.....I'd probably get another 5km run tomorrow morning for the Terry Fox charity run!
Better get some shut eye now!