I went out not in a good mood this morning, I'd only run once this week, and if my hubby had been even a tiny bit 'you can stay in bed if you want to dear' I would have taken him up on it. Last week was the first time I ran the full parkrun with no walk breaks and when I got there today, my ONLY goal was to not walk, even if I added 10 minutes to my time.
Got to the start, still grumpy, and we were off. But something strange seems to happen every time I go there. I discover a long dormant competitive streak! "Just going to plod along? PAH!" So off I trot! I tell myself to slow down and pace myself, but like most of the good advice I give myself, I ignore it. First km slower than last week, not good. Second km not bad, half way point, what was my time here last week? My husband finishes his run and joins me for the third and final lap - my own personal cheering squad. Thank goodness! The urge to walk is strong in me. Just want to finish, I tell him. I just want to get to the end without walking. Uh oh, the finish is in sight, and i might just push myself a bit here, maybe a bit more! I begin a lumbering charge, maybe if I run faster I can collapse sooner. But hang on? Only a couple of hundred meters left, and my watch is surely wrong? I'm very close to last weeks PB! Ok, I'm not having this. Have to push a bit harder!
And I just got my result! 3 seconds faster! WOOHOO!