It’s all starting to come together. Whilst I feel that I am still somewhat in recovery mode from my heavy training week in Portugal, the bits and pieces of running I have done over the last ten days have shown glimpses of what I hope will be a new, faster, fitter me. If, over the next three Saturdays, I can manage a Newark parkrun PB, an all-time parkrun PB and a decent run in my first 30-miler, I’ll be pretty pleased to say the least.
In the world beyond my own running, it’s also starting to come together. With about a week to go until I will be ready to launch my new business, I feel I’ve made a lot of progress. Partly this is down to getting myself a desk, and organising an office space. Until this week, I’d been working on my laptop around the house, and depositing a trail of debris wherever I went – bits of paper, pens, equipment and so on. Although getting things done, I felt a bit directionless, almost homeless. I needed a space, a space to focus, a space to bring everything together. A quick trip to IKEA, and I was sorted. It’s amazing what difference a simple piece of furniture can make!
Training, however, has been the highlight of my week. I was fortunate to spend a whole day with British Orienteering, brushing up on my skills for teaching basic navigation to children. I came away inspired, full of ideas and keen to get going. But this was nothing compared to the buzz I felt after a day’s coaching training with the Fell Runners Association in the Peak District. With an inspirational coach and a talented group of fellow trainees, I relished every theory session we were taught and every chance given to put theory into practice. Out on the rough and rocky hillside, coaching my group in hill running techniques, I felt I had come home. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt a buzz like that, and it reassured me that, even though there will be a long hard road (or should that be trail?!) ahead, I am doing the right thing. It is, indeed, all coming together.