Evening lovely runners
Just back from my final 25 minute run - and am glad to say that all went well. Week 7 and I have settled our differences and agreed to part as friends. It's been a turbulent few days punctuated by struggling, boredom, exhaustion, gremlins, confidence knocks, and a fair amount of faffing about.
W7R3 was a very different run to my last few. It was cool, breezy and mizzling - and I felt much more comfortable as a result. I live, and run, in an area called Dark Peak, and the hill nearest to me is called Bleaklow. Today it had a definite Autumnal feel - worthy of the place-names. For the past few weeks it's been a mixture of oppressive heat and spectacular but out-of-character vistas. The Peak District bathed in sunshine is breathtaking and exhilarating, but I'm glad that we're heading back to the more familiar pattern of dramatic cloud formations and the odd bit of gloom!
Entirely distracted by the changes on my woodland trail, and again running without Laura, the 25 minutes flew by. I felt comfortable and controlled and very satisfied with my progress. At the end I felt like I could run for oooh let's says another 180 seconds or so. Which is convenient as I'm just about ready to meet week 8
Happy running this weekend all