I didn't want to go this morning. It was a late start after a not great night's sleep. But I checked the forecast and it looked like the only time it won't be raining for days. So I put my shorts on. And a long sleeved but lose t-shirt and called my rescue driver to see what she would be doing in an hour or so. No answer. Hmm. I grabbed a fiver and thought the worst that could happen would be the heavens could open and I might have to wait for an hour for a bus.
Then my friend returned my call and said yes she would pick me up if I did a linear run. So off I went. I did the route I used when I began C25K and whizzed past all the old landmarks, past all my previous personal bests, past the furthest point I'd ever reached, past the next village and got all the way to the next town which was my goal. But I had only done 6km. Ha, who knew it was this close? I was following the canal towpath so I continued. Decided at 7.5km to turn back so I didn't end up in the middle of nowhere, and speeded up!!! I never imagined that would be a possibility, but it was. Actually I ran faster so I could finish sooner. Then before I knew it Runkeeper was announcing I had done 8km! Wow. I sent a screenshot of my run summary to everyone, whether they would want to know or not (my poor friends!) and got a lift back home with my lovely supportive friend just as the rain was starting. A hot shower and finally breakfast at about midday. And gallons of water.
The fact it was 5 days since my last run means my muscles must be well healed up I reckon.
I only have a short 4km run to do in the rain later this week now. I'm not as daft as I look ☠️