The runner me is back. She had a rocky year in 2012. Injury, lack of time, lack of motivation.
She spent too long looking back at what had been. Not enough time on the here and now.
This year, instead of looking where I have been, I will listen. When knees, calf muscles, ankles say enough, enough it will be. When the crazies start to form, I will pull on runners, clamp headphones and run. Even when I am tired. Especially when I am tired.
Running against myself. No one else. My time to improve, my hill to climb, my race to run.
Running is time. Alone. It is time just for me. Time to dig deep into my thoughts, or to run from them for half an hour.
If I want to run as well as I can, I need to put good food in my gob. Good food is not a family bag of kettle chips, as deliciously salty as they may be. I need to drink water, and perhaps less gin. God help me.
The past two weeks I have put the above into practice. I have been a lean, mean, good eating machine, with a much lower level of alcohol consumption than is usual for this time of year. The result? I have shaved over five minutes off my run time.
Now, this is far from a scientific study, but it kind of makes sense. Less stodgy food, less stodgy running. Who knew?
The trick will be to keep at it once work returns next week.
I need to reform my running habit.