A run with the Demons
In hindsight it was probably way too hot to run in the gym tonight but I was keen to keep a half share of mileage between the road and the treadmill.
Unfortunately it went very pear shaped tonight.
The weather had been really good all day so the gym had been heating up like a greenhouse all day long. I was scheduled to run 7 miles slowly which I estimated to be about 80-85 minutes worth of running.
I managed about 1.5 miles before I had to quit for a toilet break. I came back and managed another mile before the heat got to me and I had to take a walking break, just as I was about to start running again the treadmill cut out - some of the treadmill will cut out after 20-30minutes or 1 hour to make sure that when it's busy there is a healthy turn around of people on machines. When that happened I lost all interest in starting again and decided to quit and run home from the gym.
I gave my kit bag to the other half to take home and then set off on the 3 mile trot home.
I got about 5 minutes in when the Running Demons arrived.
The Running Demons are pretty unpleasant running partners - they come and run alongside you and start to badger you and try to put you off with comments like "Why are you bothering with this? You'll never be any good at it." Their sole purpose is to get you to quit and feel sorry for yourself by making you feel like you are pursuing a futile goal, "You may as well give up, you'll never be fast, you'll never loose that weight, you'll never be pretty/clever/good."
Sometimes you can ignore them or put a bit of speed on to get away from them, leaving them standing uselessly by the road, other times such as tonight you can never quite get rid of them, despite positive affirmations and blocking off the negative thoughts they somehow manage to stick by you till the end, trying all the time to get you to give up, "Go home and get some chocolate and sink into the sofa - you know you want to, your wasting your time here, go home."
Tonight they followed me for the whole journey home but never once did I pay them any heed - I just kept repeating the Demon-Killer phrase, "but it doesn't matter".
Whenever they say "You'll never be a fast runner." I say, "Probably not but it doesn't matter, I enjoy this, that's why I'm here." I repeated this all the way home, despite it getting darker and colder I kept holding on to the phrase "But it doesn't matter" and although that 3 miles felt like the longest run I've ever done I still made it all the way.
I beat the Running Demons.
Unfortunately it went very pear shaped tonight.
The weather had been really good all day so the gym had been heating up like a greenhouse all day long. I was scheduled to run 7 miles slowly which I estimated to be about 80-85 minutes worth of running.
I managed about 1.5 miles before I had to quit for a toilet break. I came back and managed another mile before the heat got to me and I had to take a walking break, just as I was about to start running again the treadmill cut out - some of the treadmill will cut out after 20-30minutes or 1 hour to make sure that when it's busy there is a healthy turn around of people on machines. When that happened I lost all interest in starting again and decided to quit and run home from the gym.
I gave my kit bag to the other half to take home and then set off on the 3 mile trot home.
I got about 5 minutes in when the Running Demons arrived.
The Running Demons are pretty unpleasant running partners - they come and run alongside you and start to badger you and try to put you off with comments like "Why are you bothering with this? You'll never be any good at it." Their sole purpose is to get you to quit and feel sorry for yourself by making you feel like you are pursuing a futile goal, "You may as well give up, you'll never be fast, you'll never loose that weight, you'll never be pretty/clever/good."
Sometimes you can ignore them or put a bit of speed on to get away from them, leaving them standing uselessly by the road, other times such as tonight you can never quite get rid of them, despite positive affirmations and blocking off the negative thoughts they somehow manage to stick by you till the end, trying all the time to get you to give up, "Go home and get some chocolate and sink into the sofa - you know you want to, your wasting your time here, go home."
Tonight they followed me for the whole journey home but never once did I pay them any heed - I just kept repeating the Demon-Killer phrase, "but it doesn't matter".
Whenever they say "You'll never be a fast runner." I say, "Probably not but it doesn't matter, I enjoy this, that's why I'm here." I repeated this all the way home, despite it getting darker and colder I kept holding on to the phrase "But it doesn't matter" and although that 3 miles felt like the longest run I've ever done I still made it all the way.
I beat the Running Demons.
posted by Running Queen @ 11:30 PM
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