So today I did a long easy run and ran farther than man or woman has ever run - well ok farther than I have ever run - strange things happened though - after about 3K everything quite suddenly seemed to be easier - calf tiredness went , breathing became steadier and quite strangely my running became kind of lighter - and then my legs decided that they belonged to someone else - it wasn't so much 'jelly legs' as where have my legs gone - they just seemed to be running of their own accord - in fact I wondererd if they would be able to stop - weird - but then so is running long distances for me.
So this is the week of three 1sts -
On Monday I managed a Personal Best for 5K, knocking a whopping 1 minute 10 secs off my time - which is amazing considering that a couple of months back I couldn't run 5K - in fact the very concept felt a bit like quantum physics.
And today I ran for one whole hour and four seconds or sixty whole minutes and four seconds (I'm quite proud of the four seconds) - so that's another PB 'cos last week I felt pretty proud at 50 mins - so I'm getting there - ran a total of 9.34 KM altogether - whoopee Part of my ever extending route took me over the course I ran my first 20 minutes over in week 5 - I smiled to myself because back when I was fighting for breath and virtually collapsing on the ground I thought I would l never ever run for longer than 20 minutes...
And the final first... I wore tights - having not really been an advocate of such sissy, exhibitionist, un-British fashion for men, I actually thought they were great and so much warmer on the chilly sea front - I think the real reason I was so against man-tights was that they kind of make a statement - they say, 'I am a proper runner' and I've never really felt like a proper runner... until today