FollowI’m due a run, and this morning it’s a long one. The weather is anything but inviting.
I set off for the railway halt at Wengwald, hoping, but not really expecting, that it might be a bit warmer down in the valley. I can hear the train approaching, but I can’t see it until it’s almost at the platform.
On the train I try to gather my thoughts, and banish the murmur of self-doubt that always seems to find its way into my head before a long run. I contemplate my 61 year old feet, and tell myself not to worry. It’s going to be awesome.
The train pulls into Lauterbrunnen, and I head for my favourite bench. Headphones on – beep! Radio 2 on the phone – this morning it’s Ken Bruce. On my left wrist is my Garmin running watch – another beep as it picks up the GPS signal. On my right wrist is a sweat band emblazoned with the Swiss flag. OK, everything’s ready. Coach Michael Johnson speaks words of encouragement and I set off up the hill to warm up. Time to start running.
Don’t go too fast.
Don’t get tired.
Garmin keeps spitting out the stats: 1km, 2km, 3km, 4km..
Pace – ok.
Heart rate – good.
Before I know it, I’m done. The mind games and the ritual of preparation have combined to give me the mental strength to overcome my self-doubt. Those feet didn’t fail me after all. That could be a good slogan for a running shirt. Oh wait…
