I'm not going to lie, it's been a pretty terrible week for training. I've been fighting off illnesses for such a long time and it finally went to my chest so I've taken most of this week off to try shake it for good. Obviously that means I've been eating all the food. All of it. Mon dieu. As of today I need to try reign that in big time. Except that a friend is making me fish finger sandwiches this afternoon and they're in my top five of favourites!!
Anyhoo, another reason I've not been running is after my last 10k on Friday night. That would be the night that a group of teenage boys decided it would be fun to cycle up behind me, shout all sorts at me then slap and grab my tushie while I was trying to run. That lasted for a good fiveish minutes before they got bored and I ran onto a path where it was hard for them to follow. What the heck!? For starters, I'm old enough to be their mother!!! When did it become okay for boys to do stuff like that to girls? To be fair, it's not just the boys that seem to think girls running isn't something to be taken seriously.
I run along the Thames Path. My neck of the woods can get pretty busy as I live near a bunch of tourist attractions. It's also seems to be one of the busiest spots for runners to get some miles in. It's mostly boys I see when I'm out running. They're quite inspiring the way they seem to just soar around without trying too hard. I watch them while I'm huffing and puffing and trying not to die. The people wandering the path for fun all seem to part for these lanky, strong boys seeing as they're obviously training for something very serious. Meanwhile, the other girls and I on the track seem to struggle a little more. I think the fact that we're substantially shorter probably doesn't help with people seeing us coming. I feel like people look at us like we're just out to lose a few pounds before Christmas. It's really hard to get people to move. They wander right in front of me and I end up running almost twice the distance after all the ducking and weaving to try keep my pace up. Frequently I'll try to tuck in behind one of the lanky boys just so I can take advantage of the wanderers moving aside until he out runs me and I'm left to my own devices again! Honestly, I'm more exhausted at the end of a run having tried to not crash into someone than from the running itself. If you're wandering between Tower Bridge and Waterloo, please watch out for a bespectacled girl all dressed in black!
Meanwhile, I'm getting back into the regular 10k runs this coming week. I'm waiting for my foam roller to be delivered as we speak then I'm off to stock up on some gear to help keep me a bit warmer. It's so cold out there! If you fancy donating to help motivate me out of bed on these cold, dark mornings to go training, please drop by my Virgin Money Giving Page.