Hi Clare, don't be disheartened, and definitely don't think you're the only person in the same boat. I signed up for the Royal Parks Half in October at the beginning of the year, and at first my training was going really well - I went from only being able to run for 30 seconds to running for just over an hour (I cannot stress how slow my pace is though, as my ex-boyfriend used to say - I'm built for comfort, not speed). I pushed myself a bit far too quickly though and dished my leg, and then I just got lazy and out of practice and in a complete rut - I had that lethargic, don't care feeling too.
Fear has now set in though, and I'm determined not to let myself down, so I'm just making myself go out and run. I'd be lying if I said I was enjoying it though, oh how I puff and pant and silently curse! On Monday I ran a whole 5k without stopping and I was so relieved. I still can't imagine running for 13 miles though. What is that all about??? Crazy talk!
I do feel good after I've been out though, and you're right - once I started seeing the breathing become easier, and my legs turn to jelly less I was enjoying it a lot more! I want to get back to that feeling again!!
I'm not a natural runner either, and I'm short (5'2") and about 3 stone overweight, so I console myself with the fact that I'm working way harder than the skinnies who sprint past me looking gorgeously healthy whilst I'm a purple mess!
To be honest, I'll just be pleased to finish. I've never run a race before so I'm excited on that front, but also terrified of being the last to finish, people having to wait around for me and basically being a pain in the arse to other runners!
If you're feeling blah feel free to drop me a message! I can't give you any advice about training/races/nutrition or anything useful (doh, sorry) but I can totally appreciate the effort being put in. My training plan is just to get my bum off the sofa and get out as often as possible - even if it's only a mile or two.
Hope you feel better soon anyway, I'm sure it'll all come back and then you'll be sprinting over that finish line into the arms of a stretcher-bearer carrying an oxygen mask and some cake (that's what I'm hoping for anyway)! George 