Hello lovelies,
It's occurred to me, you - collectively and individually, are wonderful. Do you know that? What you are doing to better yourself by running is wonderful, and the fact that you share your journey with us all is wonderful, not to mention the achievement of actually running for longer distances.
Anyway, I digress!!
This morning I looked out of the window to see frost. Now, I don't mind running in the cold, but I have to confess I did hold off for an hour or two. Eventually I started the great debate with myself of what to wear. I hate running in anything more than shorts/tshirt, and obviously socks/trainers. Yes, and underwear before you say anything lol! This morning it was about 6°c out by the time I set off, so I decided to look like a complete fool and wear my running shorts over my long running pants, and a tshirt over my long compression top. Oh and a hat too, since for some odd reason I decided that Friday was the day for a haircut. I looked rather strange I think, but I didn't care. I did my stretches, laced up my lovely CloudFlows, and set off on my flat towpath route. This was intended to be a recovery run you understand after the million-or-so k I did on Thursday, so no hills today.
The first 0.5k or so was a little painful I have to say, and I debated whether to turn back, but it pretty quickly eased off, and I put that down to maybe missing out some muscles when stretching or something, I've had no pain since, I think they were just still a bit tight from the long run the other day. As I started my run a female runner, who looked much fitter and experienced than I did, turned out onto the towpath ahead of me. I deliberately waited for a minute so she could get a head start, and then set off myself. I have to say I love Strava's auto-pause feature for this. It will be very handy the next time I do a parkrun. I realised pretty quickly that I was catching her up. I estimate she was probably running 1min/km slower than I was and I ran next to her for a few hundred yards and we had a brief chat. She explained that she hadn't run much this week, I explained that this was a recovery run after a longer one, and we both continued. It's the first time I've actually overtaken a serious-looking runner though!
Apart from that little bit of excitement, nothing much more to say really, I got to 2.5k without any drama, turned round, and ran back the other way, saying hello to the exact same set of dog walkers I'd said hello to on the outward leg.
What I would say though is I hate having wear layers. I hate it with a passion. I would have been too cold to go without, but after about 10 minutes I was definitely feeling a little on the hot side, and just wanted to rip the extra bits off. Then I would have had to carry them though, and that would have annoyed me.
I finished my 5k run in just over 33 minutes, not my best, but I was happy with that, for me. Average pace was 6:33/km with the first km being at 6:11 which was good. The rest of the 4km splits were consistent though, and I think that's a good thing. And I enjoyed it, which is also good.
Thank you for listening to me waffle again, run safe everyone!
Neil