I found another Peak District trail to explore today. I waited for the sun to come out before getting ready. Of course it had gone back in again by the time I set off and the wind had come up. I was eager to see where this trail went though, so off I popped. Luckily I forgot my gloves because most of the trail was sheltered from the wind and I was soon down to just t-shirt layer and carrying my hat.
Talk about toxic 10, it was more like toxic 5km! It seemed fairly flat but I was actually running slightly up hill. The return half of the run seemed easy (slightly downhill) and I was able to increase my pace. Runkeeper stopped giving me verbal prompts, goodness knows what I pressed on my phone, so when I got back to my start point I had a look: 9.3km. I was going at a fair pace and decided to push it for the last leg. Next time I checked:10.3km. May as well do 11 km now. Still moving fast (for me πππ) and starting to feel a bit rough. I kept my phone in my hand and watched the countdown to 11km! Mind over matter, pushed it a bit...there! Stopped immediately I hit 11km and started cool down walk.
A new PB, 11km is the furthest Iβve run, and my knowledge of local geography has improved.
Home for a brunch of omelette and overnight oats with fruit and sesame seeds. Yum!