The other day I told my husband I wanted to do a long run today (one day I'll manage that elusive 10k!! ๐)
I woke at 7.30 wanting my breakfast but don't like eating before I run. By the time he was ready to run it was nearer 9.30. I think I may have been a little hangry, especially as it had clouded over and started raining lightly by now. Overcame my grumbles and we set off gently. My knee problem seems to be receding and I don't want to overdo it.
Long story short, we ambled along for 5 km during which time my mood lifted. Normally I start slow and speed up as I progress. Today my pace was much more constant. My first km was at 8'30", my last at 8'08" but the final km felt like the same easy effort as the first, if anything easier as I was over the Toxic 10. This is really encouraging, if I can work on this constant easy pace the prospect of getting to 10km without doing myself some damage seems a lot more likely.
Oh, and that nice Mr Garmin knocked another year off my age so his estimation is that I'm 20 years younger than my last birthday cards told me