I've been feeling good about my running lately and thought today was the day to up my duration. It was hot but there was a cool breeze so it seemed ideal conditions to up the ante a bit. So, I gathered up hat, sunnies, assorted pharaphenalia and a few haribos for sustenance en route and off I went.
I set off on an 'out and back' run along the cycle track, Garmin doing it's thing (unlike the last run when it froze on me....) and some good tunes playing on the headphones. I decided that I would aim for 60 minutes by going 30 minutes out, with the option of a longer walk if I needed to on the home leg. However, the legs and the puff felt marvellous and at 50 minutes I was confident that 60 mins was not pushing it too much. When I checked my distance I thought that I might manage to reach 7k if I upped the pace a bit since I was doing my magical slow plod. The marvellous thing about my running recently is that I seem to have slipped into a great, slow pace that leaves me with plenty in the tank at the end of a run so I decided to speed up and see if I could do it.
At 60 minutes I was still a bit short of the magic number - so I carried on for another minute to bag the 7k. It would have been rude not to, surely???
I got home with a great smug glow about me since this is the longest run that I've done in a very long time. It feels like getting back to 10k is not so very far off. I then remembered the haribos and thought I'd have a few to celebrate my marvellousness. Unfortunately, since they had been sat in a zipped pocket on the waistband of the back of my shorts they had been soaking up the sun and had turned into a sticky blob. Smuggery eased somewhat as I scraped them out of my shorts....