I have gone from being someone who used to inwardly snigger at people in shorts running in the streets to being an a..a..a ad..(help I cant say the word!) an addict. There I've said it. I confess to having become a running junkie (but definitely no drugs involved!!!)
Today should have been rest day after doing R1 of week 5 yesterday. But I couldn't help myself. It appears that a little running man has taken over my brain and my body and "he" absolutely insisted that I went out for R2. All morning he was asking if it was time yet. And then he said not long now, and then at 12:45 just before lunch (which has become my run time) he was screaming at me "Go run,go run,go run". What could I do? I just had to go out and do R2.
But I'll tell you this. I will try ever so hard to resist next time "he" insists.
I really should have taken my rest day but I was determined to get W5 done this week before heading off on Friday to N Ireland because of my work.
The run wasn't good. I was struggling all the way. In fact I was ready to stop just before the end of the 2nd 8min run, but I knew that if I did stop I wouldn't have managed another step and would have had to phone my wife to come and get me in the car, and I wasn't going to do that so on I plodded on to the end. How the 5x50 folks do it I don't know!!
Looking forward to my rest day tomorrow and then R3 on Thursday.