Well, I was disappointed in yesterday's run when I was just too tired to do the distance I set out to do. And after all, it was only one and a quarter km yesterday. Anyway, I'm waiting for my calves to explode, my knees to give way and skinflints to attack my shins, but so far all I feel is a sense of well being and a dose of runner's high.
Jolly chilly it was too at 6.30am. The sun was like strobe, very low, flashing intermittently through the trees so that it was hard to see the path ahead. Part of my route today was an old saltway, a very magical, broad path linking two main roads. Green corn tipped with gold in the fields either side, pigeons exploding away from the trees like gunshots then heading away from me with a whir of wings. Just me, and silence overlaying the distant sound of traffic. Such a sense of ancientness. This is the kind of run I dreamed of when I began c25k; the kind I had in my teens exploring the Herefordshire countryside, walking and running for hours - when I wasn't galloping around on horseback or pedalling around on my bike.
I WAS tired again today, largely because I woke in the night and took ages to get back to sleep, and the first part of the run, up a long, steady slope out of town, was quite daunting - but I had more push than yesterday and ran through the tiredness. I'm so glad I did. I felt cheated by such a short run before. A few months ago I would have struggled to do 1km - now it hardly seems worth getting out of bed for.
My VO2 Max has gone up again over the last two runs, and I'm managing to keep my heart rate down so that I'm no longer running mostly in the red zone.
Now I'm going to have an actual shower for a change. The lady from Thames Water came yesterday and fitted water saving shower heads to our two showers. I couldn't use the one in the bathroom before as it enthusiastically hit the wall and the ceiling and the floor. Now it just dribbles in your general direction so I should be ok.