What's a girl to wear these days? This morning, the weather was dry, a bit of sunshine didn't really warm my naked bits but I knew once I started running I'd heat up. There was quite a bit of wind (weather wise not bean wise) but it was a tad fresh so in the end I opted for a long sleeved top.
Warm up walk was fine. Temperature perfect. Even threw in a few skips, jumps and bum kicks (oh get me!). Started to run.
Tried a little experiment. I'm reading " The Art of Running Faster" and apparently if you move your arms faster your legs will follow! It felt like it worked but I'm not clocking my pace on the Garmin and so I didn't look. Honest. But it seemed fast.
Anyway, the first K was in the shade so everything was perfect. Feeling good but couldn't sustain the pace as there was a hill coming up, so slowed down and then I turned a corner into the sunshine! And duly regretted wearing the long sleeved top!
The wind had died down and it was hot, hot. I felt my face turning red, I was sweating buckets and I hadn't even done 2k! It was hard. I wanted to stop but that little inner voice kept nagging. Don't be a wimp. Don't be a wimp.
At about 3k my phone rang. I looked at the number. Unknown. I ignored it. Didn't have the energy to say hello anyway. But it interrupted my rhythm. Hard. I seriously thought about taking my top off but Id already seen a couple of walkers and didn't want to scare them.
At last the 5K bleeped and I could stop. Oh, I got 2 new records! Fastest Km 6.03. Fastest mile 10.11!! Obviously the arm thing works! No wonder I was hot! My face was crimson and I looked as though I'd just come out of the steam room! But I was well chuffed.
I think I'll stick to the short sleeves for a while.