I bailed out of yet another lunchtime meeting today so that I could run, but I’m a bit pressed for time again so I’m doing a shorter 3k fartlek run today, followed by a slower 1k jog home.
It’s 11 degrees, but overcast. I wanted to try out the new shorts I bought earlier this week but I’ll them for a nicer day. I go for tights and lightweight long-sleeved top. The choice was OK, but shorts and T-shirt would also have been fine.
There aren’t so many people out and about today. The lack of sunshine must be keeping people at home.
I do a 10 minute warm up run – which was probably a little bit faster than I intended - before starting the first sprint. I enjoyed the freeform nature of this run, picking the sprint sections at random - between the first telegraph pole and the next parked car, overtake the elderly couple by running into the road and onto the next road junction… you get the idea.
In the end, my 3k time is 21:47, although it takes me a few seconds fumbling to stop my watch. Splits are 7:26, 6.57, 7:17. Strava also gives me my second fastest mile for this run. In hindsight I feel like I could have pushed a bit harder on the sprint sections, especially towards the end. The niggly glute seems fine now 🤞🤫 but I didn’t want to go flat out just in case.
I immediately set my watch going again and slow jog the 1km uphill back home.
I do my stretches whilst Mr B makes me a lunch of cheese on toast. Duly consumed, I tidy up my hair sufficiently not be totally embarrassed on first video call of the afternoon.
I’m hoping to do a less pressurised longer run at the weekend. My last 10k seems a long time ago now.