Oh, I was still a bit tired this morning after my epic HM on Saturday. My bed was so cosy. The ‘give it a miss’ gremlin 😈 was saying ‘you don’t have to go this morning. Make a cuppa and bring it back to bed. Go tomorrow. Or even go on Thursday and just run twice this week’.
I checked the forecast and it was going to be a beautiful morning, so that decided me. I love winter running in the sunshine! I don’t mind if it’s chilly, I soon warm up on a run. I don running tights, long sleeved top and windproof jacket. Sun visor and sports glasses. I’m off on my warm up walk.
Today I fancied music so I start a playlist. Pink Floyd. ELO and Queen. I start running. As I start, I spook a heron who was sitting on the riverbank waiting patiently for his breakfast to swim by. He flies over to the other side of the river. A cormorant runs along the water to take off.
I finish my first km and decide I’m going to run for 4K. I know this will take me about 30 minutes and that’s what I feel like doing. I’ll try for negative splits. I like doing this for shorter distances, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do it this morning as my legs are tired and I might be flagging when I should be speeding up!
I cross a road and I’m back in the centre of the village. There is another runner not far ahead and he’s running quite slowly. I know him and we have exchanged pleasantries about running; he is an older runner, too. I think that I don’t want to have to overtake him, as it will mean running out into the road. But it turns out not to be a problem as I can’t catch up with him! What I took to be slow running was deceptive.
I’m doing the third kilometre now and yes, I’m tiring already, but the air quality is excellent, so I push harder. I’m out of the village now and headed towards the infamous Deadend Track. A glance at my watch shows I’m doing OK. I start the 4th km and realise this is definitely hard work, perhaps the whole thing was a bad idea! Now I’m on the track and fortunately most of the mud has gone. I’m pulling out the stops but there’s not much there and I know I’m slowing down. I force myself to try and speed up again for the last 200m. Why do my short runs have to feel like a race 😂. 4th kilometre done and I carry on home. That was hard work! 😀 I check my VO2 Max and my watch loves me again. My fitness age is 29 😂 yeah, right!
Splits:
7:47, 7:37, 7:02, 6:40