I couldn't help but think of Irish-John and his feelings about hills this morning.
I like to get a bit of variety, especially now I'm running further distances so decided on a new route this morning. After an inordinate amount of faffing I drove towards town and parked up where I thought I'd be close to out local guided busway. Unfortunately although I could see the bus way it took me some time to work out how I could get access to the cycle track that runs alongside, and my warm up walk was far slower than usual.
Eventually my 5 minutes were up and I was on the right path, but I hadn't anticipated the incline. It's not steep but constant so gradually rises from 114m to 168m over the first 5km, and then undulates up and down over the kilometre, and which point I turned round to come back. My legs were already tired and so the downward gradient didn't feel as much a gift as it should have done as I headed back to my car. I was also wet from the drizzle and my glasses, covered in droplets (my hat had done nothing to protect them - I think I need to get one with a bigger brim - about half a meter wide should do it) so was beginning to get dizzy.
I felt a little disappointed when MapMyRun told me I'd reached 10k and the time was 63 minutes, slower than my previous run. But now, looking at the 10km of running and taking away the first five minutes of floundering around trying to find the pathway I actually did the 10k in 58.21 which although slightly slower than my last run I'm happy with as the overall elevation gained was 84m (compared with 56 last time).
Feeling slightly more prepared for my 10k Race for Life in three weeks.
N.B. note to self - don't forget to put a towel in the car when driving to a run, as dripping on the steering wheel and upholstery ain't good. 😅💦