OK, I admit it. I have spent the last couple of days in a petulant funk. My mind and body have been totally out of synch with each other in terms of what I feel like doing and what I feel like I ought to be doing. I've got myself in such a cycle of conundrums with respect to if I should be running or resting in between marathon pacing and weekend ultra that I couldn't even muster the motivation to go to the 15 minute abs class I told myself would be a good idea and do no harm. What I have achieved is an obscene amount of carb (read cake) loading. I also made 20, I mean 19, little munch-sized flapjacks, all lovingly wrapped in individual tin foil packets as part of what passes for a nutrition plan to get me round TrailBlaster12 on Sunday. Did I say 19? I mean 18, of course... Ahem. |
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Glittermouse is a visual artist, educator and practising Buddhist who also likes a bit of a run from time to time. In 2014, she realised others could benefit quite a lot from her reflections on running trials, tribulations, triumphs and trip-ups… so she added another volume to her package of blogging adventures.
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