And although it was exhausting doing battle with it for about a mile and a half, I felt better for not having given in to it. Once out of its clutches, I struggled to find the steady pace I'd maintained so well before the wind. But yet again, unlike on seemingly every run since March, I didn't criticise myself for it. I ran for as long as I could until I needed to walk for a bit. I picked a landmark and said, "If you can make it to that bin/lamp post, then you can take a short breather". And because I was seeing the break as a reward for having reached the target rather than a defeat at not being able to run further, my recovery time was shorter!Recently I have found myself under the cloud of depression again. I knew I was there - it's not my first visit - but I didn't realise the impact it was having on my running, until yesterday morning. Up until the end of March when I completed the Olympic Park Run, I was doing really well - getting faster and stronger and really loving running. I entered this year's Royal Parks Half Marathon and Great South Run confident that this year I would achieve a really good personal best having got off to such a good start. But then it started to rain. Every day for seemingly ages and my regular runs fell by the wayside.