How was your weekend running?
Racing, pacing, mudlarking or recovering – as always, come and share your weekend stories below the line
Any race with a beer in the pre-race goody bag, and a bag of oranges presented as you cross the line, already has me in the palm of its hand. Add in sunshine, perfect temperatures for running, palm trees, wide, flat roads and you have an official contender for my favourite 10k ever. I’ve spent the weekend in Valencia, eating oranges, running that 10k and cheering on the marathoners on the same course (my race route was essentially the last 10k of the marathon). The start/finish area is one of the most picturesque I’ve ever seen, and I swear I have actually felt my Vitamin D levels rising in the Spanish November sun.
I confess I’ve been struggling recently with motivation – not so much with track or hill sessions. Broken into small reps, and too little breath or oxygen to the brain to really have any thoughts – negative or otherwise – I can always get those done. It’s more the so-called easy runs: I just haven’t found myself either looking forward to, or enjoying, one of those in ages.