The second run is supposed to be 5k. I was not too sure about this. I hadn't run 5k since before the Chester 10k in mid July and part of me just wanted to build up really slowly. What I decided to do is something which often works for me: a sort of gentling myself into doing something. I told myself that I would definitely do 4k and as the run is an out and back I could see how I felt at 2k and do another .5 before turning around if all was going ok. Then if I did run out of steam I could always stop at 4k and walk the last 1k home.
It was a perfect running temperature, about 17 degrees and cloudy with a gentle breeze. After the high temperatures in Italy and France, which really don't suit me for running, it was lovely to be out and feeling comfortable. I started slowly. I have been reading about people here doing heart rate running and though that wasn't what I was doing I did think I would focus on being comfortable to try to get back to 5k rather than how fast I was going. Well I never go fast. I am a snail. But this time when my watch showed me I was going at about nine minutes for each kilometre I thought I would try and keep it at that rather than pushing for my usual pace of just over eight.
The lanes were very quiet. I met a couple of people out walking their dogs and was passed by a car going way too fast for the narrow lanes and high hedges. By the end of the first kilometre I had settled into a comfortable pace and was enjoying looking at the changing trees and feeling the breeze gently in my face. The second kilometre ticked away and I decided I would go for a halfway point of 2.5k. Even here I was giving myself permission to stop at 4k and walk the rest but I know that I just don't do this. There is a long easy run downhill from 4k which it would be a crime now to run and then there is only half a k to go until I get back home. And of course if I don't do the 5k today it is still to be done this week! So when I reach the bottom of the hill and begin the climb back up to the village I keep running, slowly, but still running. And then the church is in sight and there is the corner for our road and I speed up just a little and come hurtling (for me!) into the drive. I had to work quite hard in the end but I am pleased with myself for doing it. When I look at my time is it 47 minutes, the slowest ever! But I did it and I am feeling back on track.
Now time for a coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs and a sit with the newspaper in the sunshine. So far, so good!!