My first ever 10k last week was hard going to say the least, I decided that it was also going to be my last, for awhile, anyway. So amazed and ecstatic to have got there, but it was a bit touch and go at times. Am happy now to stay around the 8k mark, not so exhausting on the old legs, which do grumble..... ‘wtf is going on woman?’, mainly.
So my mindset was all about 8k and it was in a good place today. I didn’t even notice when my music stopped around 5k, I was zoning in and out…. thinking, not thinking, just running.
When 8k was up, I thought it seems silly to get so far and just not do the extra 2k….might as well carry on to 10. Spurred on in part because I’ve just booked a spa weekend in March with some of my oldest girlfriends. And now the sudden realisation of being seen in my swimming costume was the only thing driving me on to put one foot in front in the other!
I know if I’d gone out with 10k in mind I am damn sure that I wouldn’t have made it even to 8k. I outsmarted myself…. well, you know, easy done!
I don’t think I will ever get the measure of running and how it works. One week it’s a very daunting task, then in a few weeks it’s doable. It’s all very surreal!
I didn’t think I was ready to progress on to 10k, but then I thought I can just try Juju’s plan, see how I get on and can stop if I have to, nothing lost. I’m still a slow plodder, just for a bit longer now and a bit more smiley