Hard to believe it is a week tonight/tomorrow since I embarked upon my epic fundraising run taking in 100 war memorials which culminated in 67.31miles from Hartlepool and around the beautiful county of Durham, taking in a mix of terrain, stunning beauty at night time day time and night, wonderful people and of course all the name of charity and those who lost their lives and suffered in both world wars and recent conflict. Ive had a week to reflect as Ive continued my running and runstreak obviously which has seen my body recover quite quickly, so much so that I managed to swap distance legs for speed legs 4 days later knocking out a Durham parkrun in 22:19 Physically feeling great, with the exception of the usual niggles, but nothing what a wee run never fails to sort out. However, mentally it has been a struggle. Not sure if its just me, but usually after a huge run like this I find myself suffering a bad case of post big run occasion blues. Theres only been one direction and thats been down. I suppose this is where the top pros and those namby pamby footballers call in the psychologist to help them deal with their heads? Yours truly deals with it in his own way with the help of running and family and friends of course, a visit to my parents yesterday was just the tonic I needed, great company, stories, a catch up, surprising and quite bizarre, how hearing about Mrs Whats Her Name passing away aged 94 and her funeral was last Thursday can do to pick me up. Cant put my finger on the reason for the downer, adulation from social media perhaps, yes its nice to have my efforts recognised, but honestly, I am not awesome and Im by no way a hero, Ive already said who the real heroes are, the one behind the reason for the run, wartime veterans and the glorious dead. Maybe it was just the sense of occasion and excitement and the build up or, tiredness and exhaustion, I just do not know. It proves though that this running malarkey that we all know and loves so much is more than just physically putting one foot infront of the other at a pace faster than walking, it is also a mind game, no doubt about it. Dont worry folks, Ill paint on the smile and normal joviality shall be resumed soon, Im sure, it has to...after all there are only 37 days until Christmas!
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 20:44:42 +0000
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