With all the business surrounding the upcoming Christmas season I felt decidedly nervous. So I decided to bundle up my nerves and take them for a run, thereby releasing them and getting a nice cup of coffee as an added bonus. I couldn't have picked a better day: the sky was a bright blue and the sun was shining. I felt that any minute I'ld see the Teletubbies popping up.
Lately I've been dividing my runs into neat 10 minute size bits, and then taking a 1 minute walking break. It's something to look forward to and I believe it really helps to prevent muscle soreness and all that. Also, to be frank, I need the break.
After I finished my 10 miles, during which I told my nerves to take a hike, which they finally did around mile 8, I felt much better. Not quite so nervous. There's only so much running those nerves can take, you know. Around mile 8 they were begging: 'We give in, we give in!'
The rest of the Sunday afternoon I lay on the couch reading 'Got your back' about a wife and mistress taking revenge on a two-timing husband. All the while basking in the fact that I had done good: I'd run 10 miles and I had taught my nerves a much deserved lesson.