Muddy Out and Back

Well, I think I can scratch out the goal of making 2019 the year I would improve my running. Like every well-laid plan, it failed the early stages. Some may take the previous statement to mean I’m dejected about the whole thing. I suppose earlier on in the year after cancelling several ‘bucket list’ events I’d signed up for that would have been a good observation. I’d lost my running ‘mojo’ and the experience of getting it back was as successful as starting a Morris Minor (an old car for all you young’ens) on a cold winter's day... A lot of noise and smoke, but no success.  I was so frustrated. There was nothing physically wrong with me, I just couldn’t be arsed. No amount of ‘internal’ pep talking would get me out of the rut.  So I canceled events. The ever wishful part of me thinking I could get out of the rut, left the cancellations too late, and I lost money. Look at it this way. I got a load of DNF (Did not Finish) without even putting my trainers on. What a cyclone I