I’ve hit 9 weeks to go on the NRC HM plan and this week, the long run is 8 miles. I am tempted to channel my inner Eminem, but instead I decide to go with a Pacesetter dance mix on BBC Sounds. This was will be my longest run so far, beating my previous record of 11k. The conditions are perfect. Light, fresh and bright with some cloud cover. Ideal! I am excited.
5 minutes to walk up the well worn path to my favourite country lane. Butterflies everywhere. I try hard to resist the blackberries. The GPS on my watch struggles so I extend my warm up walk. Ten minutes. The GPS pings and I’m off. It’s a long, slow climb for the first km and I’m telling myself to keep it easy, be patient and stay chilled. Coach Bennett agrees! I reach a main road, turn back and enjoy the well earned downhill. Again, I remind myself to keep it easy and have to rein in the urge to pick it up and let fly. It’s far too early for that!
A few km in and it’s a short trip through a housing estate past a pub preparing their carvery lunch offering. I don’t even eat meat but it smells delicious and I allow myself a short burst of speed to get away from the temptation. There’s a turn up another lane, this time with a tree tunnel. This is my favourite hill to run up. At the top, I decide to keep climbing for another five minutes to find a quiet path through the shady trees that forms a tranquil 3km of gentle downhill. Everything is fully warmed up and working together. Coach B tells me I’m five miles in. How did that happen?
The path opens up to an exposured lane with beautiful views of the countryside and a local lake. Coach B throws in a couple of pace pick ups and I’m surprised that short bursts of 5k and mile pace are welcome rather than a punishment to be endured! I know I’m coming up to the final section of the run now and I’m beginning to think about the coffee. I’m not quite close enough to smell it yet but it’s enough to give me a boost. The last couple of miles pass quickly and I realised that I’ve taken a wrong turn and am a little further away than I’d intended. An extra mile? Im feeling good. Why not?!
After an hour and twenty nine minutes of running, I slow to a walk on the outskirts of the village. Nine miles! Now I really can smell that coffee. Five minutes of cool down walk past lots of windows which show me I’m not as red as usual. Progress! I stretch in a church yard and chat to a couple of cyclists who are impressed with my distance. I am super proud of myself! The coffee and bonus brownie (espresso caramel) taste extra good today. My husband picks me up and I bored him senseless with all the minute details of the run. Happy days!
The picture is a photo of one of the butterflies I spotted on the warm up walk. They rarely pose like this one did!