So I woke up this morning 5.30, nah too early. 6.30 ummm I'm tired. 7.30 nah I can't be arsed to go for a run, I'm too tired anyway I just don't feel like it. Get up for a wee and return to bedroom to see an expectant spaniel "walkies mummy please" oh ok Ferd.
So off we walk for the warm up while I decide if I am going to have a short or long run, decided that either way I start off on the same route so I could make up my mind as I went.
Zombies are go. Erm why aren't I running? Er hello legs we should be running, brain, brain, turn the running gears on. Eventually I got started, it felt like a real effort to pick my feet up and start to move beyond a walk. I have no idea why, once I get started I enjoy it so why the reluctance?
Nice a slow. Zombie chase accomplished.
And round onto the canal "hello coots tis I 'runner 5' and battle dog"
No spiders webs to deal with today.
On I go.
It's ok Ferd can get in and out of this stretch of canal by himself, but I slow to barely moving while he catches up having a lovely swim.
Over the lock and it's time to put Ferd back on the lead as the family of swans lives in this section and I really don't want Ferd to try chasing them.
On we go and the decision has been made long run.
Across the next lock. Onwards. Under the bridge onwards. Zombie chase.
Phone is out of charge, what do I do? Turn back and the quick way home or continue on the long route. Continue on. But I feel thrown and my ankle is starting to niggle. At about 30 minutes in it's time to take the path down the embankment, to reach another stretch of the trail and the homeward bound journey. I decide to walk, it's rough terrain, stones and very unforgiving underfoot, I didn't want to risk slipping wrong and then a painful loooooooog limp home. I estimate the walk was around 5 minutes maybe 8 before I start running again, after Ferd has had a swim in the River Erewash.
Run. Stop while Ferd says hello to another dog. Run. Spot another dog, it's on it's lead, I call Ferd but he decides I am to be ignored, he very rarely ignores me out of the canal. He goes up to the other dog before I can get to him and gets snarled and snapped at - serves him right. Thankfully he didn't get bitten. I wish more people knew about the yellow scheme for grumpy dogs, if he'd have had a yellow lead or bandana then I would have known he needed space and to not allow Ferd to approach and I would have taken a different approach at getting cloth ears back to me before any potential harm could have taken place.
I walk. I'm no longer feeling it, it's hard to get going again. I am still some way from home. Come on I tell myself to that post, to that tree, to that bend, to that clump of weeds, to that brown whatever, to that cow parsley, to that next clump of cow parsley, to the post and so on until I was almost at the road.
And the cool down walk home pass fence biting horse, horse that looks like it might be ok and zombie horse.
I then get stopped by a white a van asking me directions, haha lucked out with me, sorry I haven't got a clue.
So distance today erm yep but over 5k, I'm allowing the walking it was for health and safety and then intervals, not gremlins at all, ok maybe a little on the last bit but I did start running again so ner.
Pace erm slower than treacle.
Total time well your guess is as good as mine.
And as for being tired, well actually my run gave me sparkly energy for the rest of my day. How does that work anyway? ........ Magic
Oh and I had my parkrun icebun reward this evening