Yesterday, Mum and I took our precious daily walk along a main road with beautiful mountain views. We kept a careful look-out. The social-distancing (physical-distancing) thing is strange; it feels odd to deliberately avoid people, even for an introvert like me! It’s better to be safe than sorry though.
As we were walking, a young couple came up behind us. We stepped through an open gateway into a field to let them pass and then crossed the road to avoid an oncoming pedestrian. The woman had to pull her dog and pram onto the sloping verge because the young couple didn’t move out of the way, despite having an empty road to their right! They stayed side by side, dawdling, and didn’t seem to acknowledge her in any way. She Continue reading
It’s been a month since I ran and probably longer since I went to Crossfit, although I have been for walks. I always forget how good it makes me feel when I exercise and how bad I feel when I don’t.
The truth is, though, I haven’t felt up to it. I’m not sure if this ‘feel’ is a physical or mental issue (why do we even differentiate?), but I suspect it’s due to me being in a transitional period. I’ve finished conducting and teaching and am yet to start a new life in Cornwall, which is bound to have a strong emotional effect. I decided not to give myself a hard time about it.
However, Continue reading
Today, I ran as fast as I could for 8mins 35secs, shaving 5secs off my PB for that distance. It was exhilarating! As I took a shower, I was thinking about the speed I could manage when I started running a few years ago – I might have looked like a ‘jogger.’
Jogging is defined as ‘the activity of running at a steady, gentle pace as a form of physical exercise’.
But nothing about my running experience has ever been ‘gentle.’ It’s always been a huge challenge. What appeared to some people as ‘jogging’ was usually my maximum effort at that time. Continue reading
Yesterday, I ran the Anglesey Half Marathon, starting and finishing in my home town. These were my highlights:
My friends and family expressing as much pride that I got up at 6am as that I was about to run over 13miles.
Attaching my number bib using the same safety pins that I had for my Continue reading
Knowledge and awareness are not the same thing.
This was my thought as I stepped into the shower after a quick run. I’d been thinking back to when running 1.2km was impossible. One of the reasons for this was that I held my breath.
If someone had asked me, Continue reading
Running. It’s on today’s to-do list. Running.
You’re sleepy, Hannah, stay in bed.
Yes, I certainly am, Excuses. But I’m always sleepy in the morning…for a good 2-12 hours!
Ha. Is that a headache you’ve got? A little pain in your right temple. Don’t go. Running with a headache is a bad idea and you won’t want it to get worse…
Shh, I just need to stretch my neck.
Eww, that rain isn’t going to be nice to run in, Hannah. Listen to the pitter-patter on your skylight. There, you might be able to sit up and yawn, but I see those anxious eyes. Continue reading
2004: I watched the Olympics and determined to visit Greece one day. I was blown away by the skill of the athletes; but my dreams to be a world-class runner were quickly dashed by my reluctance to leave the house.
2008: I watched the Beijing Olympics in bed and marvelled at the opening ceremony. I was blown away by the skill of the athletes; but my dreams of achieving a long-jump record were thwarted by laziness and migraines.
2012: I watched the London Olympics and was proud of our country. I was so impressed with what I saw, and jealous of the people who made their dreams a reality; but I knew what commitment it took and that it could never be my highest priority.
2016: I’m ready! Continue reading
There’s a point at which the pain of not trying something you want to do becomes greater than the pain that will possibly come from doing it.
That’s how it was with me and running. And that’s how it was with me and writing. Perhaps it sounds like a negative way of looking at things, but in many ways it isn’t.
All I know is that there came a time when the burden of wanting to be able to run became too great. There was a time when the burden of wanting to write became too great.
I once cried because I couldn’t bring myself to run 800m, not because I had done it and felt pain. I once read a brilliant book with jealously because I wished I had the courage to write one myself, not because I’d written one and found it to be a difficult process. Each happening strengthened my resolve and made things clearer. Continue reading
Anyone would think that I was facing my own execution.
I woke up on Saturday with a heavy feeling; the weight of having written, ‘Running’ into my diary the night before. I don’t know what causes it now, the almost paralysing fear of stepping out the house for even a short run. Continue reading