I’ve got serious runner’s envy.

I realised I was a ‘proper’ runner about a year ago. It wasn’t because I was training for a marathon, nor that I had done a 5km, 10km or a half-marathon race in my first 8 months of running. And it wasn’t after having spent hundreds of $$$ on the gear.  It was feeling envious watching runners.  Even on a weekend morning, after doing 20km+ runs by myself – feeling emotionally and physically drained, and completely done for the day – I would still catch sight of a runner outside, from my cocoon on the sofa, and be envious. I wanted to lace up and get out there.


I’m a planner.  I have to-do-lists on top of to-do-lists, but really when it comes down to it, I’m a champion procrastinator.  So when it came to planning my 29 week schedule (to PB at a 5K and half-marathon, and have a fun and safe 10K and marathon), I had it planned out in my head for weeks.  One Sunday afternoon in May, I sat down and planned LSDs (Long Slow Distances), hills, speed work, weights, and November Project.   It took 2 shots to get it all right (doing a 29 week plan around 4 races was tough), but I was so pumped. This year’s running was going to ROCK.