For those of you who don’t know me, let me set one thing straight: I haven’t always been a runner. I used to be one of those who was under the impression that running was something you only did when being chased. I also like to add that the very first day I ran seven minutes on a treadmill without stopping I emailed my entire family. True story.
That was seven years ago. A lot has changed since then. I have managed to stay longer and longer on the treadmill (and fought the urge of emailing my family every time) and have started to actually enjoy it, most of the time. I have broken personal records, in terms of time and distances, and registered for a few races here and there. So, I guess you could say I’m a runner now.
However, I must admit I have periods where I’m a much better runner than others. Others being when my friends: “laziness”, “cold-weather” and “procrastination” come together and throw a party in the living room of my mind. Usually, the best way for me to get back into my running shoes is to register to a race. If I’m gonna pay someone to be able to run in the street, something I am well aware I can do for free any day of the year, I’m gonna at least do my best! And that usually does the trick: I wanna do better than the last time, so I go out for a run and start training.
This year however, it didn’t quite work as planned. I had so much on my plate when I moved back to Sweden last fall that running fell off my priority list. Until my friend Amandine told me she had registered to Paris half marathon 2017 and was planning on running it with me. My lovely Dine had register for two half marathons two years in a row and had to withdraw each time at the last minute because of injuries. I felt like I couldn’t refuse so I registered too. That was last summer. That gives me plenty of time I thought.
So…Paris half marathon is this weekend…
What happened? I think I partied hard with my old friends “laziness”, “cold-weather” and “procrastination” and a newbie to the party: “super duper busy”. Bottom line, I find myself running 21.1km in a few days and have run 1x 12km, 1x14km and 1x16km the past month. That’s it. I can probably kiss my dream of beating my personal record goodbye, but I am secretly hoping all the yoga I’ve been incorporating in my daily routine will do the trick when it comes to breathing and stride.
But not being 100 percent prepared does not bother me anymore. It did at first, until I realised three things:
• I am the only one to blame, lesson learned
• It’s up to me to go out there and have fun and make the best of it
• No matter what, we’re still having brunch afterwards
Once this is over and if I survive it, I promise myself I’ll be more disciplined with my running. And should my usual “friends” pay me a visit I’ll make sure to get out there and meet up with real friends at www.runwithmestockholm.com for my weekly dose of motivation instead.
If like me, you’re wondering how it will go on Sunday, stay tuned and have a look at our Instagram story!
By: Morgane Oleron / Photo cred