Hi everyone,
I hope you're well.
I just wondered if anyone had any thoughts on this, or any experience of it - falling out of love with running.
I started running with my wife in 2009, and then got addicted... Started out with the Lakeland 50 in 2010, before being introduced to actual fell running by Ian Barnes of Ambleside. Which lead to me doing Langdale for five of the next six years, driving up from Leicester for a good few other races and reccies (including a two day trip that involved a reccie of Wasdale on the Saturday and Ennerdale for pudding on the Sunday) - I'd think nothing of driving up there to do these things.
But recently, things have started to wane. The first signs were when I started to actually consider the hours it took to drive to and from the Lake District! Then the races dwindled.
I've had a couple of wavering moments in the past that have always come and gone, and going out for training runs has never been that easy, but I've never questioned doing it at all like I am now. Entering a fresh event has normally given me the motivation to get on with it, but I've entered two events in 2018 and they aren't doing the trick either.
Sorry for the agony aunt post. I'm just really interested to know if others had gone through this. After nine years of running, it sort of becomes who you are to an extent.
I haven't posted for a good while, but I couldn't think of a better place to ask than the place that I associate with the days when, for me, running was at its best!
Thanks!