Well I wrote about Maffing on my last post and how I was slowing to try to get my average HR down. Got up this morning for my 9k week 7 run, which Id talked myself out of yesterday morning 🙄, and I completely forgot all about slowing down. I was just really enjoying the running, didn’t bother looking at the times and just ran.
I knew where I’d got to on my Tarka Trail run for 4.5k last week ( and then double back to complete the 9k) so I just set off for there and just looked around me at the scenery. It is really beautiful at the moment...lots of wading birds pootling around the shoreline along the Taw. The hedges are a glorious riot of blossoms ( playing havoc with my chest but still lovely) and there are so many birds building nests and courting along the way. Just before I get to the halfway point there is a little small holding on the tight hand side, and they have always had chickens but now they have Pygmy goats too. Very tempting to stop and watch them as they played up and down little ramps that have been built for them but I kept going.
Then i glanced at my watch and thought I might be inline for a PB for my 5k so I kept running for the 5k but didn’t quite make it so I turned round and headed back again towards home.
The rest of the run was pretty uneventful except for the fact that I kept going and realised I’d done 10k in the end (I’d forgotten I’d run to 5k before I turned round) so I then had to take a triumphant redfaced photo, with the backdrop of Castle Mound behind me, to celebrate!! First 10k since my ankle injury last year and a new PB. I shaved 23 seconds of my time.
Whoohoo!! All showered and dressed now ready to enjoy the sunshine again.