How can Running 10km be so hard?
After my epic run on Thursday when I somehow managed to cover 22km without intending to I assumed my run yesterday morning would be a doddle.
I had taken plenty of extra rest days to give my legs plenty of recovery and even decided to explore a new route.
I set off full of enthusiasm but the first incline I encountered 1/2 km in felt like I was running up a downward moving escalator. However far I ran it seemed as if I was never going to get to the top. Fortunately the road did eventually flatten out and I plodded on to where I was sure there was a turning for a footpath.
It was in fact a road leading to a footpath through a couple of wheat fields and then onto Caddington Golf Course. The public footpaths criss-crossed the greens and were well signposted. And despite the lovely view of the surrounding countryside, a quaint wooden bridge across a little brook, lots of fresh air and sunshine I really found it an effort to keep running to the 5km turn around, and the 5km running back just went on and on.
Now normally I would blame the running gremlins for the challenges on a run, but I don’t even think they could be bothered to get in my way. So I just had to grit my teeth until mapmyrun told me I’d run 10km, when I instantly stopped running and walked sluggishly home. I wasn’t going to run a single metre further than I had to.
I guess it was just one of those meh runs we have from time to time, but I felt so utterly deflated after the fabulous feeling of completing my first half marathon last week.
(I did manage to buck myself up in the afternoon and have a more positive workout at the gym.)