It’s Run for the Kids in like 9 days time. I am not prepared. I have never been so not prepared in my life! I haven’t even run more than a few kms in ages. The last time I ran any kind of distance was the Mountain to Surf in early Jan. And that was only 8 kms. And I walked a lot of it.
The first R4tK, I’d just started running. I had no idea if I could even make the distance. Still, I was more prepared for that run than this one. I am lazy and unfit and totally full of body ceasing-up-ness if I even try to run.
I’d actually thought of quiting until I read Cil’s blog post about NOT quitting and now I feel totally shamed into not quitting. I am going to be running on shame — shame for getting so out of shape and not training and being a total sook about things. I will get my worst time ever and hang my head.
I walked home from work the other night… well part of the way home, like to Preston, and that took forever and, even discounting the fact that I won’t be stopping to browse in shoe shops along Brunswick St during R4tK (well I hope not cos I’ll be awfully lost), I’m going to do a shockingly bad time.
It’s fine to say that doing the run is the most important thing but my honest feeling is that I want to keep improving. I expect to get better. That doesn’t happen without putting in the work though. No pain, no gain and all that. Also, I need to get on top of all the injuries and crap (it’s not really an injury, it just hurts to run… a lot).
So, I’ll be there on the day (what day is it again.. the Sunday I think??) and I’ll finish the course, either running or walking. Then I’m going to pick another event and actually train properly. I want that fuzzy glow inside when I check my time against last year’s and know that I’m a winner, cos I’ve only got to bet myself.