Last night as I was falling asleep I dwelt on the fact I hadn't run since Wednesday. There were 'good' excuses (all of which would have been eliminated by getting up earlier) but when I saw so many people out running in the glorious winter sunshine yesterday I felt I was missing out.
This morning I woke after a fantastic night's sleep. I gave thanks that the days of having to get up early on a Monday, get 3 children out of the house and then get myself to work are over. Then I remembered my promise to self that I'd run this morning. Unlike yesterday it was overcast and decidedly cold. I asked my husband if he'd be coming. Of course he would. Bother, there goes my last possible excuse.
It felt chilly outside. Husband was in a short sleeved t shirt so must have been freezing, especially with the slight headwind. The toxic 10 was very much in evidence but you know how it is, you persevere and it gets better.
Through the Asda carpark and onto the seafront and things improve. We were only doing 3 km, very achievable. I was a bit quicker than usual trying to stay warm. I even started to enjoy it.
A few runners overtook us. One younger man in particular caught my eye (I don't mean that in a creepy way). He was going fast but he just looked so relaxed, bouncing almost in slow motion from foot to foot, it looked absolutely effortless. Is this the correct form that Coach B is always on about? I decided I'd try and move like that.
Obviously I'm a short overweight 60 something woman and he was a man in good shape in his 30s but I loosened up and tried to bounce my feet off the pavement. Something weird happened. The running sort of got easier and I sped up a bit. It felt really good too. My last km was 7'16" which is pretty quick for me, I quite impressed myself. I'm going to work on this.
Maybe the speed runs last week helped too.
The hardest bit of a run truly is the few steps to get you out of the door.
PS photo is my husband, not the easy runner. Taking his photo would have been creepy