I hate Monday

Today was a hard, hard run.

I was tired, it was icy and my car decided to break-down as I pulled up outside Trevor’s (which is serendipity for being somewhat less than supportive yesterday of Trevor’s own problems…).

I didn’t sleep well last night as my wife is away and the absence of her snoring, which normally lulls me asleep, was replaced with a silence that was, quite honestly, unnerving. Even the dog seems lost and has started taking herself to bed at 6pm…

I also didn’t sleep well as I am getting a few jitters about the run and I know that time is short. Each and every run now becomes critical and it would be truthful to say that I am really feeling the pressure. Diet has to be right. I have to follow the program with care and diligence and I have to drag my sorry self out of bed at 5am on a Monday morning to go running. Trevor, like the trooper that he is, doesn’t let this really bother him, and makes it seem like it is a perfectly sane thing to be doing on a Monday morning. I shall be talking with his wife, about this later today…

The hardest part now, especially with my wife away, is killing time. The last year has been consumed with training runs, kettle-bell sessions, sprints, slow runs, selecting equipment and dreaming of Russia. With a few weeks to go I have to cut back on the activity so that I hit the ice fresh. For someone like me, who needs continual activity, this is hard.
I think that the next few weeks will be incredibly hard and it will take a lot of fortitude to get through them. It is not like I can go for a run when I have some spare time or head into town for a drinking binge is it?
Russia awaits and come what may, the excellent work that Trevor has laid down over this last year, has put me in a good place, and I know that come race day we will go out there and do all our friends and supporters proud.