Finally, a run happened. It’s been almost two weeks of covid-related misery and this morning I ran for fifteen minutes. It was tough but it feels amazing to have been running today instead of ages ago. Hooray!
The Olympic coverage didn’t help. There’s always something on to suck you in at the moment. Instead of heading out at 8am, I left the house at 10am. It was already HOT. I wasn’t sure if I’d missed the morning run window and decided to walk unless I really felt like running. My trusty couch to 5k main route seemed a good plan. After walking almost two miles, I hit a shady spot and decided to give the running a go. I knew my watch wouldn’t be my friend so I just put it on show the time mode and decided to ignore the stats.
Maybe it’s just me that has this twisted logic but I was quite glad that the heat gave me an excuse to find it tough. Mentally, it probably made that comeback run a lot easier than if I’d gone in the cool and was sweating like a trooper. It was nice to see a good number of butterflies and some massive bumble bees. The shade disappeared about halfway through and the shade of my face matched the berries on the hedgerow! When fifteen minutes popped up, I felt like I’d done enough and walked the rest of the way home. Surprisingly, my watch wasn’t too unhappy with me. 2.5km felt like a very nice distance to add to the monthly total. Maybe I’ll hit 50km.
So just a short run, and not even a particularly lovely one but one of the best to get done.
Stay cool everyone!