I feel so unfit. I feel like a sloth. I feel like I’ve been only running in my dreams.

I’m determined to get off my bum and start training properly again.

From tomorrow.

Meh.

I cannot tell you how many times I’ve said that in the last few weeks, but I haven’t got anywhere.

Work has been insane, and I’m struggling to get to RWFL for the sessions. My foot is also still giving me hell whenever I run.

And on top of all that I’ve got one excuse after another.

But this has to change.

I’ve got a 21km race coming up in a few weeks and I’m determined not to substitute it for a 10km entry. I need to get back on my feet. This is absolutely crazy!

I’m missing running so much, and on top of that I’m in a foul mood because I’ve missed so much running.

I’ve also got the marathon that I’ve already entered. It’s in 6 months time but OMG that’s so close considering how unfit I am.

As for runners FOMO, I’ve got that in spades too.

On Saturday, Lance and I were avidly following our friends running Two Oceans half and ultra marathons. We hadn’t even spoken about the race in ages, but it was terrible not being at the race this year. I didn’t think that it would affect me this much. It was the first Easter in years that we spent at home and I felt kind of lost.

Lance is determined to run the ultra again next year. I’m definitely entering something, although the jury is still out whether it’ll be the half or the ultra. That distance frightens the living daylights out of me. Haha it’s quite funny considering I was so close to running it last year! This foot issue has really knocked my confidence.

But I need to get on with life.

And I need to run tomorrow. And I need to get back to gym too to strengthen my body or else I’m never going to finish a marathon again.

Tomorrow…