There was not much to persuade me to run this morning. It was cold. I had only just got back from a few days with my son and his family over Christmas. Having arrived back to an empty house, I didnβt really feel like doing anything at all! But I got up and made tea. π βGo back to bedβ said the gremlin. βYou can take your tea with you and catch up on the doom and gloom news!β
I got in the shower. πβYou donβt have to run, youβre tired. Just take it easy.β
I put on my running clothes. π βItβs not too late to change your mind! Itβs cold out there!β
Even as I walked out of the door, I wasnβt sure if I was going to run! But, as always, once I did, the gremlin melted away.
I walked down to the road to snap a picture of the flooded road. I knew it was deep and the webpage is warning that the digital display only has room for 2 digits so canβt register anything more than 99 cm. There is more than a metre of floodwater on the road. Could be heading for a record! A couple of abandoned cars are also in there, one allegedly belonging to illegal hare coursers. A car driver stops me and asks if itβs too deep to drive through. I laugh. He turns the car round and roars off in a huff. Heβs driven past digital displays and a road closed sign. π Be kind, says my conscience.
I start running and it feels good. I havenβt run for a week, so decide just to do a short run. 3K will be enough today and Iβll get back to running 3 times a week. I take it steadily and go for negative splits. Iβm listening to Abbey Road - itβs my favourite Beatles album and I havenβt heard it for a while. Itβs a dull morning and chilly, Iβm pleased I wore my jacket and cosy running gloves - Christmas present from my daughter-in-law π₯°. There is no traffic, which is wonderful! Courtesy of the flooded road. I meet a couple walking their two little Border Terriers and greet them. She is a runner and runs faster than me, but I can hold my head up because *I* am a half marathon runner, so I smile knowingly π.
3K feels like a short run, now - but I stick to my plan. Iβll do a slow 5K on Thursday and a longer run on Saturday. Maybe next week Iβll do some intervals to get my pace back up again. I stop at 3K and walk home for coffee! Happy with that run to set me up for the day. As I open my gate, my phone pings with a message from my neighbour. She wants to know if I need any shopping. It reminds me about things to be grateful for! I donβt need anything, but we agree to have a catch up over the fence later. π
Splits:
7:43, 7:32, 7:13