Last Saturday i did my first 10km and as you can imagine I was elated.
I've done 3 runs a week religously since starting c25k. Always completing what i set out to do, however loud the gremlins got.
The second run of this week, which I always make a 5km was the first time I've ever given in to the gremlins, I did not have the energy to block out the voice telling me to stop, so I stopped. At 1.5km. I was absolutely gutted. Felt like such a failure. Had my rest day, still beating myself up, but woke up yesterday and decided not to run, but gave myself the day to be kind myself with a view to getting my 5km this morning.
Woke up this morning, told myself I totally could do this, it helped that it's bucketing down, I love a rainy run. Felt amazing as soon as I set off and knew I could maybe manage 10km. Got to the point where i had to make a decision as to turn left for the 5km loop or head straight on for the 10km loop, heard a little voice telling me to turn left, told it to get lost and went straight on. Smashed it! 8 minutes quicker than last week.
Mental note to self that a disaster run is ok. Somedays just arent made for running and that is ok. Pick yourself up, tell the gremlins that they win this time, but they'll not get you the next. 😎