I've often (well, reasonably often) had a surprisingly bad run - you know the ones when there's no obvious reason for it to be difficult, but it just feels like climbing a mountain. In a blizzard. With bare feet. Well, on Monday I had the exact opposite! I hadn't wanted to go out, but since I'd put it off from Sunday knew I needed to, so I reluctantly got changed, laced up my shoes, and headed out into a lovely evening. Three minutes into my warm-up walk it started to rain lightly, but I won't dissolve so I didn't head straight home. Instead, I did the full two 30-minute runs, enjoyed seeing a beautiful rainbow and watching the sun gradually set.
The couple of small hills that I usually don't enjoy at all seemed to fly past - I only noticed them enough to think 'gosh, I normally find this much harder work - and I remember when it was all but impossible!'
And after running for 55 minutes, I even had enough left in my legs to push for last few minutes! Having not worried about my pace at all, just made sure I was comfortable throughout, it was actually very marginally quicker than several of my recent outings. I honestly am amazed that I can use the word 'comfortable' to describe running for so long!
I still wouldn't say I'm looking forward to 60 mins tonight with no walking at all - but it doesn't feel quite as impossible as it did last week... And I'm starting to think that 10k under 80 mins might not be unrealistic - and I might just manage to run the whole thing, too...!