This morning I woke up, tired and stressed. I immediately knew what the problem was. I haven't run in 2 weeks! Which is why this evening I found myself running while watching a lovely sunset and chatting to Andy about the past few weeks and how busy work has gotten.
I requested to be on support for the past 2 months because in general it is less stressful, but as life would have it, it turned out far busier while I was on it than was anticipated. Which left me exhausted at night and in general unable to do anything but fall into bed. I was so tired that I found myself unable to sleep.
Tonight I'm sure I'll fall asleep without problems though. I had a nice 20 minute run and a 32 minute cycle and feel much more relaxed already. As we speak, Andy is in the kitchen, busy frying the chicken in tikka paste and preparing some jacket potatoes. I'm slightly sleepy, but ready to take a nice, long, hot bath and then crawl into bed and drift off to dreamland.
In other news: As mentioned in the previous entry, I volunteered to be a marshal at the Ashby 20 which is hosted by our club every year. At 9h00 when I arrived at race HQ, I was informed that they didn't expect me (somehow my email apparently never reached them), but since another girl didn't pitch up, they had a space for me to encourage and point the runners in the right direction. The point I stood at was at both the 1 mile and 19 mile mark, which was great as I could basically see how the runners looked at the start and how they changed faces during the race.
It was a really cold morning and I had a nice thick coat that I took along to keep me warm. After all of the athletes passed me after the first mile, I made my way to the 8 mile mark which was only a short walk down the street. There I helped out with filling water cups and handing it out to a few of the leaders. When it was time to go back to my station, I walked up and... left my coat in the car.
Unfortunately there was no time to go back to the car before the leaders arrived and after that it was one after the other ... 2 hours later... after standing in 1C weather the whole time, I finally finished up and got my coat. My hands were blue with cold, but thankfully I didn't pick up a cold.
The race was great and I felt quite inspired after watching all of the people finish - some with very painful looks on their faces, others with big smiles.
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