Was nervously checking the weather all day yesterday in the hope that Storm Ali would pass early enough that I could get out and get the 7K run of week 3 of jujus plan under my belt. I've been quite nervous about this because of the 1K increase in disance. It was still a bit fresh when I headed out on a route that I normally use for intervals, my usual is along a wooded path and perhaps not best after the storm.
From the start it was a disaster, my legs felt like lead and every step up the hill was a real effort. Coming down again I was tripping over my feet. What's going on? I love these hills for intervals. Decided to come off the hillly bits and venture onto the main road for the first time (will anyone I know see me? How embarrassing if they do. Oh sod it, I've got to get this done). Strava man tells me I've done 2.5K. Is that all? Try and move the legs a bit more quickly, get in time to the music and then suddenly 3.5K have passed.
I can do this.
Pick up speed a bit. Turn onto flat section. Hang on, I really can do this. 5K comes and goes. Last km felt tremendous, I'm properly running! Actually whooped for joy when Strava man tells me I've run 7K. Bound down the hill to home beaming.
I just found a fab quote "Someone once described running to me as the reverse of drinking: you often feel rubbish when you're doing it but brilliant afterwards."
I'm now feeling much more confident that I can actually run 10K and also that even if I feel awful at the start it's just a matter of putting 1 foot in front of the other.
Cool start but beautiful finish
Finally got myself back to 7k ☀️
7k, longest run since March . . . 
First run after Covid (the 3rd time): a deliciously drizzly, cloudy run
Recovery 5k run...made a few mistakes 🤔
