I won’t lie, last week I completely lost my mojo! I didn’t run at all. Let’s just say Tuesdays excuse had to do with a “witch” at gym who stole my parking – the red mist descended, I lost my cool, she ignored me – and I left the gym completely deflated, ready to kill. And by the time I got home it was too dark to run… So I had a glass of wine instead…
Thursdays excuse was, well there wasn’t one. I just didn’t feel like it.
But these things happen. And then you go on a run that ignites the flame again and reminds you why you run in the first place. I ran the 10km Totalsports Womens Day race around Emmarentia yesterday. I wasn’t in a mood to be social yesterday morning (come to think of it I never am when running). And even though I started with Catherine, Lesley and Oliver, all I felt like doing was putting my iPod in and going. It seems we all had the same idea because we all ran alone.
It was a tough race but it was brilliant for my soul, I did a lot of reflecting on what’s been going on in my life of late - who, why, what and all that. It always amazes me that even though you might be running with 4000 other people around you and its tough, you’re tired, your feet are hurting, and the looming hill up ahead looks impossible – somehow your mind is crystal clear. It's in these times that I feel as if my soul is speaking to me, and not the other way around. Everything else is stripped down and I know exactly what I have to do.. Of course doing it is a completely different story!
But at least I think, I think, I hope.. I may have got my mojo back...
