Pride And War

Saturday: Started the day off with porridge again, it's not so bad with honey, verging on enjoyable (gasp!). Can't help but laugh at myself during these moments, it seems so ironic; I used to happily scoff chocolate doughnuts for breakfast years ago, and now look at me, happily eating porridge, and without anyone force-feeding me - I'm so proud of me (hehe). Cold and windy today, missed the rain unfortunately, which seems to be happening a lot to me lately. Instead of stretching, I opted for a nice warm-up walk, whilst on the phone, then began a nice slow run, whilst texting. The texting actually helped me, it kept me at a slower speed which I need for my endurance levels. At around 15mins, a stich kicked in, and stiches have been happening a lot lately, annoyingly. But I did the usual thing of applying pressure where it was and leaning towards the opposite side, which helped it to subside eventually. The run flew by, due to my preoccupation with texting, no doubt; I ended the run feeling great, I could have run a lot longer, and it felt fantastic to end like that. I ran for 31mins, covering 2.81miles. The right foot continued to ache later but I am not too concerned about it now, not sure why, I just think it is an ache and that's it. I recall my right calf being a big pain, and now that is a lot better with time. I expect the same with this ache, too, not quite a 'war wound', but something to remind me of the 'toil' of running, which I don't mind, as long as it doesn't get worse, of course ;o)

Apprehension

Friday: A rest day, very welcomed by an aching right foot. However, still on my feet for much of today, as the mil arrives on Sunday, followed by other relatives, so a lot to do. I wonder how much running I will be able to fit in when my family commitments increase, I dislike the uncertainty. I am so used to knowing how my days will pan out, and being in control, it is quite stress-inducing to be losing that control. Not that I am a control freak, gosh no, I'm fairly relaxed, I think, it's natural to be a little apprehensive over a major change to routine. Running has become an important part of my life, and I don't plan on giving that up. At the same time, I am going to have to be patient and learn the art of compromise, a valuable life lesson for us all.