I did my longest run to date this morning. The sun was shining, the trees are now covered in pale green leaves, the magnolia is blossoming and the cherry trees in front of our flat are a beautiful pink. And it's getting warm, so I decided to take water. Oh and a light jacket just in case I ended up miles from home, exhausted and cold. Running with a rucksack didn't bother me. My pace was nice and steady, I did my usual run/walk with a walk at every 5 minute interval. The planned walks help me enormously on my longer runs.
2 weeks ago I managed to get up to 12k, but I crashed quite badly over the last couple of km. This time I wanted 13k and preferably no huge slowdown towards the end. Well I didn't get negative splits, but was relatively consistent, so I was quite chuffed!
Is there a nicer way of spending time on a Sunday morning than running through woods, across fields, with birds singing, the sun on your face and your own legs carrying you forward?
And then I came on here and discovered if I'd run a further 100m I would have completed a kilomathon! (or a half kilomathon). Oh well, there's always next week😎🌞