For the first timer ever, I quit!
A couple of days ago, I finally made up my mind whether to do the hardmoors60 race or not.
For those who don’t know what the hardmoors60 is:
It is a 60 mile trail race along the Cleveland Way from Guisborough to Filey in the beautiful Yorkshire moors in the UK.
I woke up one morning and the urge to run further and further to push harder after a bad run, was gone. Just gone! And no matter what I did to get my running mojo back, from doing longer runs, shorter runs, road runs, different routes, running without gadgets, trying other sports, till rest and doing nothing at all…. nothing helped and my mojo remains with someone else, stomping the trails.
A lost mojo and constant little niggles here and there interfered my training so much that I didn’t think it is a wise idea to meet the others along with my husband at the start line.
It is not that I was totally lazy the past weeks, I did or at least tried a bit of running here and there and even started with hill reps (which surprisingly I really enjoy but have to stop me at some point otherwise I would have really sore knees afterwards) plus daily kettle bell sessions kept me going.
The only good thing is, I don’t even feel disappointed because I gave up/ cancelled/quit before it even started. To say it is a relieve is also not quite right, I am just fine with myself and my decision.
However, at the end of this month is another marathon in the Yorkshire Dales which I am looking forward to! Then there will be a long time nothing and on January 1st is a hardmoors30 miler, also fine with me!
I wonder…. if I am fine with a marathon and a 30 miler, maybe it was the distance I was secretly afraid of and didn’t realize? Who knows…..