Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool
Today I am relaxing. Sort of. It's weird and I'm not very good at it. I went out with friends last night and didn't get out of bed til 8.30am today. Then I threw some ingredients into the slow cooker to make soup, made a coffee and curled up with my book. I didn't have a shower til 11.30am.
This is weird. So weird. But if you've been following me on any form of social media this week you'll know that last week's half marathon took its toll, and I've had a bit of a poorly foot all week, so parkrun was out the window this morning. Phil is away so I can't do the food shop (we use his car, and not only am I not insured on it, I wouldn't trust myself to drive it even if I was) and I don't have to leave for my choir concert til 6.30pm. So as a result, I don't really know what to do with myself.
This week has been intense. I've had three nights of choir rehearsals, which have started at 7 - just giving me enough time to get home, throw together some dinner and rush out. They also mean I get home about 10, which gives me about 20 minutes with Phil before I need to go to bed. We had one night in together this week, but my foot was hurting so much that I hobbled to bed at 9pm. This has been my first official week running my department at work, and my foot has really been getting me down.
To go from being able to run a half marathon to not being able to walk for 2 minutes without needing to stop has been a struggle. Everyone has told me not to worry and to ignore any niggles for at least a week post-race. A friend in my choir has given me two massages this week and assured me that it's just tightness down my leg from the race and not to worry about it. But it's getting me down. I was looking forward to a week of resting, but I was excited to run again this weekend. It is getting better and I'm desperate to run, but I know it would be stupid to go out tomorrow and try to do a few miles, and I know that losing a few days of running now is better than losing months out if I injure myself probably by trying to run too soon. But it's hard and debilitating. And I know I don't have a race til my marathon in April. I know it doesn't really matter if I don't get my 50 Parkruns tshirt before Christmas. I know all that. But I still just want to be able to run.
This is weird. So weird. But if you've been following me on any form of social media this week you'll know that last week's half marathon took its toll, and I've had a bit of a poorly foot all week, so parkrun was out the window this morning. Phil is away so I can't do the food shop (we use his car, and not only am I not insured on it, I wouldn't trust myself to drive it even if I was) and I don't have to leave for my choir concert til 6.30pm. So as a result, I don't really know what to do with myself.
This week has been intense. I've had three nights of choir rehearsals, which have started at 7 - just giving me enough time to get home, throw together some dinner and rush out. They also mean I get home about 10, which gives me about 20 minutes with Phil before I need to go to bed. We had one night in together this week, but my foot was hurting so much that I hobbled to bed at 9pm. This has been my first official week running my department at work, and my foot has really been getting me down.
To go from being able to run a half marathon to not being able to walk for 2 minutes without needing to stop has been a struggle. Everyone has told me not to worry and to ignore any niggles for at least a week post-race. A friend in my choir has given me two massages this week and assured me that it's just tightness down my leg from the race and not to worry about it. But it's getting me down. I was looking forward to a week of resting, but I was excited to run again this weekend. It is getting better and I'm desperate to run, but I know it would be stupid to go out tomorrow and try to do a few miles, and I know that losing a few days of running now is better than losing months out if I injure myself probably by trying to run too soon. But it's hard and debilitating. And I know I don't have a race til my marathon in April. I know it doesn't really matter if I don't get my 50 Parkruns tshirt before Christmas. I know all that. But I still just want to be able to run.
floral jumper - Oasis
leather skater skirt - Oasis
necklace - c/o Onecklace
black UGG boots - c/o Jake
Anyway, let's talk about clothes. So I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, but last week two of the jumpers I'd been eyeing up in Oasis went into the sale. The first was this one and the second is the one I'm wearing here. I've mentioned a lot lately how much I love Oasis (I swear they're not paying me!) but sometimes they can be just a little bit too expensive for me. But their sale is always excellent, and I love their Seek and Send service, which will send you items from stores if they're out of stock online. I wore this jumper last week just with jeans, but I loved the idea of it with my leather skater skirt (which I only remembered as I typed this, is also from Oasis...).Right well my slow cooker soup should be done now, so I'm going to go eat a bowl of that and then hope my foot holds out on a walk into town. My favourite jeans have developed a hole so I'm off to do some dreaded jean shopping.
Wish me luck!
Charlotte x
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