In all my 15 months of running I have always been too lazy to jump in the car to go for a run. Even when I have been struggling with injury, bouts on the IC and months on the runners' naughty step ("take it easy, no hills!" chides my physio), I have preferred the repetitive monotony of seeking out flat(ish) bits on the fields and tracks right outside my front door.
I have often longingly read posts on here about seaside, or canal-side runs (yes! You know who you are!!) and wondered to myself "what is it like to run somewhere completely, pancake flat??"
Well today I did it! I was so fed up dodging skittish cows that I dragged my lazy **** all of 15 minutes in the car to a local lakeside beauty spot and ran the most glorious, completely flat 5km in PB time of 32.25mins. I tried really hard to be sensible and slow down but I still shaved 4 minutes off my previous PB π. I was in the cool shade all the way too - those pesky hills make a good early morning sunshade ππ
Does this mean I'm back on track for my "whenever" 10km quest? I do hope so. I'm still going to run from home 2 X a week - I know those hills will eventually make me strong - but I think it will give my morale a much needed boost to hit those lakeside trails for a celebratory once weekly long flat run.
Happy running everyone!