I keep running nearly every day. "I won't let this year off racing dampen my desire to train! Take that, Primrose Hill. Three reps straight in your face."
Week two
Training decreases. I realise that November could be my "off-season", which makes me sound even more professional if I don't train.
Week three
Lack of races booked leads to uneasy and unfocused feelings. Training is still irregular. I felt sad every day about lack of running. I go for one run. It makes me feel better. I wonder if there is a Runners Anonymous group in London.
Week four
I try to figure out ways to circumvent my "no race" year. I realise that I don't only have to train for races. I can still run the Backwards London Marathon in April, which technically isn't a race. I can try to beat my 4 hour PB for the marathon. I can also aim for shorter PBs on the track - which, frankly, should be a cinch to beat. Plus at the end of the year, I'm running the Disney Paris Half Marathon (which is the reason for this 12 month hiatus). My "no race" year is looking less like a "no race" year and more like a "pretend not to race" year.
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