I wasn't sure if I'd run this morning, I had a toothache overnight but a couple of out-of-date paracetamols (all I could find, taken after some googling to ensure they wouldn't kill me lol) seemed to work. My husband suggested a run, I said let's do intervals. The weather was gloomy but we set off anyway, hoping to get back before the rain. Let's be honest, it's been so dry that the idea of rain is still a novelty.
Mr Y may be pushing 60 but is a big kid. I followed him along the path under a tree and he shook it, soaking me. He found it funny
We started the 5x5x10 pace run with Coach Cory. The rain started too but after the oppressive heat we've been having it felt wonderful, very gentle and cooling. Coach Cory said to do a 6/10 effort so I did. I was flying. The first interval was quick and easy, the second and third even quicker and not much more effort. The rain continued. It was supposed to be 10k pace but I know I'd struggle to keep this pace up for 5k, but as we were going on perceived effort I persevered.
As I hit the fourth interval my husband decided to turn back. He likes running quickly and steadily and I think he'd had enough of being told to slow down and recover. I was sort of in the zone so carried on, my legs doing their thing, my mind somewhere else. After a while I started wondering where Coach Cory had gone as it had been quiet for a while, but then he came back and I finished the interval. The final interval was the quickest of the lot, the pace 35 seconds quicker than the first one. I think I wanted to get home and eat breakfast. The run ended just as I reached a lady walking her dog so I missed Coach C telling me how marvellous I was to have completed the run but I can live with that
When I checked my stats it turns out that interval 4 was 6 minutes, not 5. Thanks Coach Cory, how could you do that to an old lady? 😂