Hellrun

Last Sunday I had the worst run I've ever had in my ten years as a runner.

Around mile four I hit some kind of wall, and my body simply refused to run any further. I can't even boast about hitting the wall at mile twentyfour or something. I mean, mile fifteen would at least have been respectable, but mile fóur?! Frankly, it's just embarassing.

Luckily I was able to convince my body to wálk, by repeating this mantra: 'If the road you're travelling seems all uphill, rest if you must, but don't you quit!' Besides, otherwise you'll never get home!

I got home quite shocked, about how poorly I had run. I actually felt a bit traumatised, wondering if I would ever run again. My inner drama queen was having the time of her life!

So today, I gently took myself outside, reassuring myself: 'You don't have to go far. We'll take it easy, like it's your first time.' Immediately my inner disk jocky started playing 'Like a virgin' in my head' and it was to this melody I did my Tuesday run.

Going slowly, going gently, I felt my confidence return. 'I can still do it, I can still do it!'

If ever Nike needs a new slogan, I greatly recommend this one.

Have you ever been surprised by how terrible running felt?