Not running... thats where.
So... I slipped back into bad habits. Honestly, sometimes I wish I had a better vice... like crack or porn. But no. It seems procrastination and general laziness are mine.
I have been blaming weather, my calves, my stomach, Colonel Gaddafi, work schedule and anything else I could think of for not running. At the end of the day, I have no one to blame but myself. Sorry Colonel.
Today I watched "Believe: The Eddie Izzard Story" (thank you netflix). I have adored Eddie Izzard's standup for almost 10 years now. This documentary was amazing and made me love the man even more... which is quite a feat, I must say.
At the end, it mentions Eddie's insanely amazing feat of running 43 marathons in 51 days to raise money for charity in England... after only 5 weeks of training.
Here I am, sitting on me arse, enjoying some delicious crisps, watching my comedic idol run 1,100 miles in 7 weeks. Wow... am I pathetic or what?
As Sara has said many times to me, there is nothing I can do about the past 5-ish weeks. All I can do is lace up my trainers and start again.
Saturday begins my training again.
But now I have Eddie's voice in my head telling me (adjusted to my training): "If you want to be a runner, you have to believe you’re going to be a runner."
Thanks, Eddie. I'm going to believe.
