I finished the counselling courses in June, and was looking around for the next thing. But we made a pact this year that I won’t go back to school this year: It’s E.’s turn. (I’m not really envious, actually, he’s doing math-stuff).
But I need goals. It is how I operate. External deadlines.
This time, I bought myself some new trainers, and have booked tickets to Newcastle for the weekend of the 25th of February. I am going to run the Northumberland Trail Marathon.
This will be my second marathon. My first trail race.
For the record: I have no idea what my marathon time was 5 years ago. I made it in before the cut off. That was my only goal. I have never been a fast runner. 5 years ago, I was less than a year from haven taken up running again – after a 17-year hiatus. Back of the pack all the way. Shamelessly so.
The Bacchus marathon in Dorking, England goes through vineyards and up a hill that wants to be a mountain. I loved the trail section up the hill. The mud, the view. I was slow enough through the fields to see the slow-worm, like the Norwegian stålorm, that I had no idea existed anywhere else.
The run was perfect. My friends were waiting for me at the finish line. (Though practically everyone else had gone.)
It was the experience I was after, not the competition. I have no interest in running through city streets.
Now I’m mid-pack on short runs around the lake. But I’m still aiming only to finish the course in February. Injury free.
I’ve been out of sorts since the biphasic sleeping experiment. I learned, too late perhaps, that bipolar people should probably not mess with sleep. My immune system crashed, and I have been fighting off infections since.
But tomorrow is a new day. Mid-week, nothing significant about the date: always a good jumping off point for a new adventure. 18 weeks, a 2 week warm-up, then the 16 week program I found here.
E. is training with me, and running with me. Well, probably not with me, though I suspect we’ll start at the same time — and meet at the castle.
This should get me through most of the darkness.
This is the edge of the light that comes just before spring.
(It is only 53% booked as of today, if you are interested in meeting up with us at the castle!)
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