Running mojo

After not running for almost a year thanks to three surgeries, a move to a different country and a vast assortment of excuses, I finally took part in my first race in a long time.

The Nike Human Race was held at London's Wembley Park on 30 August. I was very nervous about it; I had only trained for two weeks, we took off almost two hours after we got to the venue, I was very cold (it was held at night) and I'd only had a light lunch and half a granola bar afterwards.

To make things worse, the so-called performance (Moby and some band called Pendulum) took ages - and then the emcees had us do warm-ups! Good grief. Do the organisers run themselves? It was so badly organised and communicated... But that would take an entire post altogether.

Just when I thought it could not get any worse, it started to DUMP with rain, while we were in the pit waiting for Wave 3 to be flagged off. I was utterly miserable. "What the heck am I doing here?" I groaned.

But anyhow it was too late, so off we went. Miraculously, I ran it in 1:04:06. A better time than back home, and certainly better than I'd expected given my lack of prep work. Having a running mate and the cool weather (ironically) helped tremendously. Also, I didn't get stitches until about the 7km point which allowed me to gain some distance with (relatively) less pain.

So.......................

Now I've to somehow (more than) double the distance and try not to die on the way to the finish line, in time for the Run to The Beat half-marathon on 5 Oct!

I have resolved to use this blog as a way to chart my agony, I mean progress, and share the pain of trying to find my running mojo back.

Today I got on the treadmill and did 6km in 47 very painful minutes. Oh crap.

I guess I just need to not look back and soldier on. Wish me luck!