After Friday's blah run I wasn't sure how today's planned 9k would go. I didn't feel as bad as last time but nor did I feel especially energetic. But Coach Bennett talked me through it in pieces, breaking it into 2k, then 1 more km, then we were a third of the way round... This helped, although halfway through I was still feeling: this is harder than it should be. 😒 Never mind, I carried on like an automaton.
Right near the end of the run, Coach B asked me to think of a word to describe the rest of the run. I thought, Triumphant! So I ran triumphantly - and when I hit the end of the 9k of the guided run I thought, "What's another kilometre!?" and I kept going!
I ran 10k! 🎉 I'm really pleased - I've learned that even if I don't feel the mojo, I can still run 10k. I can silence the nagging part of my brain that worries "you were just having a particularly good day, that's why you pulled it off." I DID it!