I had planned to do this run yesterday. My son called on Friday evening and wanted me to go and visit yesterday morning. βThe children are asking for youβ, he says. Whatβs a grandma to do? βWeβre going to Bracknell, come with us and check it out!β So of course, I did π. I enjoyed looking round the town and it was good to see what itβs like as I shall soon be house hunting in the area.
So, run postponed until this morning. No gremlins, cuppa, dressed and out the door. Struggled to get a satellite signal, so synced the app and watch and tried again. Signal obtained and off I go!
For the last 2 long runs, I ran for 75 minutes, so I was looking to extend that today if it felt right to. I had 90 minutes in my head. With a slow run, I also imagined that I would be hitting 10K at that time, although it wasnβt my main aim.
I started easy, listening to one of my playlists. As the kilometres flew by, I tried to keep in heart rate zone 3, but that was proving difficult today, Iβm not sure why. It was warm and humid which didnβt help. My effort was definitely more than usual, confirmed by Strava afterwards!
I was briefly tempted to repeat last Saturdayβs 75 minute run, but forced myself to head back up towards the village second time around. I got to 75 minutes and calculated I was 15 minutes from βhomeβ. Perfect!
I check my watch and see that if I donβt dilly dally, Iβll get the 10K just before the 90 minutes. So I pull out a few stops and fly down the hill. Yessss I was right! I canβt always work out the maths towards the end of a run, but today I did. I got to 10K and ran on for the 90 minutes. Strava robbed me of a few seconds, but I donβt mind π¬
Back for stretches and coffee and no-one is up yet! I suppose it is Sunday. I sit outside to drink my coffee and listen to the kites π