What a beautiful morning this morning, warm and sunny. I fancied doing a 5k because I don't know when my next opportunity to run will be (going away tomorrow). Husband and I discussed distance, he wanted to do 5k but I didn't like the route he was proposing, too rough. We set off on our 3k route.
I got halfway through. I could follow him and do 3k or turn left along a farm road and add the extra 2k on along a different path than the one we normally do. Might as well turn left, why not? As I ran along the concrete surface I realised how hot it was. I'd forgotten how much more difficult it is to work hard at speed. Luckily I'd brought water.
I considered turning around, which would have given me a 4k run, but that seemed like a bit of a copout, so I carried on. I was alternating between enjoying myself immensely and wanting to stop. The compromise was to walk for a bit every time my heartrate got higher than I'd like. This seemed to happen more and more frequently.
I finally reached 5k. I went to the hairdresser yesterday and could feel my new 'do was drenched in sweat. By now I just wanted to get back home so carried on running a few hundred more metres to the point where I would have stopped had I done the 3k route. My previous runs have been pretty quick. This one certainly wasn't, but then I set out to do a longer run not a faster one. 5.3 km was just what I needed 
A downpour and a surprise 5K 🌧️
Magic Plan Week 5 Run 1 - a (not) 4K Interval Run
