lovelychaos

My oh my, the big race thing has gotten rather close all of a sudden. Well, I say race. There will be no racing here – mainly just carrying on. I got my timing chip and shirt numbers for the run in the post. It feels incredibly odd to have such items in my possession, things which do not seem to fit into my life just yet.

Things were going well until I got a little ill last week. Not swine flu, but a pretty lame cold combined with rapid-onset-mega-danger hayfever meant I had to stay home for a week or so to preserve my head / sanity. It was right, as I had absolutely no desire to go out and run, which is an urge I’ve become rather used to creeping up on me about 40 hours after my last run.

This is the first of the perhaps unsettling changes I’ve felt recently. I’d often heard runners talk about it and, largely, laughed in the face of such ridiculousness. Here it is however and I am starting to feel that perhaps I should be carrying trainers and a sports bra around with me. Just, you know, in case the urge takes me.

In other trainer-related news, this weekend I went for a rather dubious sounding gait analysis session at Nike Town. Turns out I am what they call a definite overpronator. Fairly shocking to watch on screen, as the leg and foot angles look violently mismatched, and it is obvious to see how I might end up hurting myself carrying on like this. I always thought I looked like an unnatural runner in the horrid gym mirrors (built for comfort, not for speed again) and so it turns out this is why. New shoes on the way!

This evening I ran the furthest so far. 8.5km, no less. Feeling on top of the bloody world – a feeling I’m sure will dissipate once I wake up stiff as a board. One month left, onward…