Name Change

Seeing as the title of my blog is now outdated, as I very rarely run with Ruby these days (or indeed at all!), I thought it was time for a name change.  I’m going to run the blog as it is until the end of the year as, at that point, I will the have been doing it for exactly three years.  After that, I’m thinking of changing the name to ‘My Mad Fit Diary’. 

You’ve probably all heard of the TV show My Mad Fat Diary and, although I haven’t spent any time in an institution like the main character in the TV series, we can all agree that I’m not right in the head, so I thought this title would be appropriate. 

I’m not sure what exactly will be in it but I think it will be more of a weekly round-up than a blog of each and every run or MTB ride. 

It will, of course, still be from the heart so I apologise in advance for the negativity which will undoubtedly be in most posts.  I’m working on that one though!

Thanks for reading!

Thinking of Hanging up my Running Shoes - No, Seriously!

Tonight I decided to have an easy run/walk with Ruby, just because I haven't run for over two weeks now.

I'm just falling out of love with it, if truth be told.  I'm sick of being in pain all the time and just think it might be time for me to admit that my biomechanics are not suited to running and I should just knock it on the head.

I'm pretty certain that there'll be no more competitive running, at least not for the foreseeable future as I simply don't enjoy it.  If I have a race planned for a weekend then I'll dread the weekend and it shouldn't be like that so why do something I don't want to do?

Running itself has never been something I love, which I know some of you will find that hard to believe.  Don't get me wrong, I love being out in the countryside and the company of my running buddies, but the actual running part is something I do simply to stay in shape and as an excuse to eat what I want, but I don't actually love it like most of my running friends do.  If I could be fit and slim and eat what I like without running, then I wouldn't do it.

Of course, it's not all doom and gloom, there are times when I do really enjoy it (especially when I run on some lovely fast descents) but those times are getting less and less frequent and most of the time the thought of going for a run just doesn't appeal to me.  I'm finding it really hard to get out the door.

Tonight's 'easy' jog, for example, was just filled with pain.  My calves were throbbing and I had to keep stopping to stretch them out and my right ankle was hurting with sharp shooting pain and I have no idea why as I haven't done anything to it.  Things like this happen to me all the time though, my body is just a mess and I think running has a lot to answer for.  I just don't have the biomechanics for it.  I'm sick of getting home and having to plunge my feet into buckets of cold water and having to roll around on a foam roller or pay to have sports massages.  Is it really worth it?  Am I going to mess myself up completely and not be able to even walk very well by the time I'm 50?

Sorry for the depressive nature of this post, but it's just from the heart and the way I'm feeling at the minute.

Total distance - 3.6 miles