Heavy rain yesterday. Forecast for this morning was hot and humid but it was actually really fresh and lovely running weather.
After the high of my fastest 5k, back to Earth with a bump to face my longest run - 5.5k. Yeah, I know, a trifling amount more. I was actually really looking forward to it.
I had three route choices. Go “safe”, extending my regular 5k route (how weird does that sound) by adding 250m to the turn point. Go “scenic”, taking the canal route from last weekend and adding a bit. Or go “brave”, do the circuit south, part of which I walked a few weekends ago.
Those who know me well know safe would always win!
So. Yesterday I kept to one glass of wine and lots of water. This morning I got up, donned my nipple covers and got the hell out there.
Outbound run unremarkable. The gremlins had a half-hearted effort to convince me that this really would be too much and I should quit before I start. But they soon gave up. Breath was good. No toxic 10.
Getting near to the usual 2.5k turn point and there were a fair few pedestrians around. At the turn point there are some railings and the pavement narrows and I was unsure exactly where I’d need to turn and come back through the pedestrians, so I decided to cross the road.
Running on the unusual side of the road a very pretty blonde woman was walking from a side road to the main road, looked up, gave me this massive smile and a very cheery “good morning!”, which I returned. I ran on and she crossed the main road.
Keep going, must be near the new turning point, keep checking watch, dodging three postmen (how many does one street need?), keep going. Watch buzzes and I start to turn back for home.
I decide to cross the road where I am as it is quiet and run back towards my usual turning point. As I round the corner there is my smiling blonde, looking like she’s waiting for a lift.
As I approach her face lights up again and she says “Aren’t you good”. My inner Austin Powers wants to say “How can you tell from there” and instead, through the biggest smile I can muster after nearly 3k, I say “Aren’t I good!” and run on.
Being me, I am now head over heals in love with someone I don’t know and I float along for the next k or so, unaware of any need to run.
The path turns upwards and I’m reminded that I need to put some effort in to this. Pushing on, I know this won’t be fast but I’m enjoying it. I reach a point where I just feel like I am breathing so lightly and I could run forever.
Sirens Hill/The Naughty Steppe taken to Free Nelson Mandela, the whole run again fuelled by Jancanrun’s Ska playlist.
Strava tells me that this, my second run on Strava, sees me getting “second best” for every metric, which makes me smile.
Set up for the weekend. Some good friends on here are doing Parkruns today and I hope they all enjoy them.
My legs continue to change shape. The muscles on my shins are getting bigger and more distinct. My thighs are toning and my backside is shrinking. When I undo my trousers now they just fall down, no buttocks for them to rest on.
My watch tells me I need 3 days recovery. My calves say similar right now! Next week I’ll enjoy the 3k, try to beat my 5k time the last to 6k, hoping to fall in love with another random pedestrian!
Whatever run you have next, enjoy it x