Those of you who are wearily familiar with my posts will now that part from endlessly going on about squats, I am also legendarily slow, and quite happy with that. If John Bingham and Bazza are penguins waddling toward the back of the pack, I am the Elephant seal galumphing along behind. I don't mind, it suits me and I can cover reasonable distances flolloping along through almost any terrain without worrying about pace or times etc.
However, even I have fallen victim to the idea of race-specific training, and as I have a couple of tough but shortish OCR events coming up including an 8k and 15k the same day, I decided I would do a bit of work on being able to do the running sections faster.
So this week is speed week 1. Which started slightly sideways with yesterday's brick run, and then tody I could not get out till after 5. It was hot. I was tired and had drunk more coffee than water today. There was not a scrap of shade to be had. And.... tadaaa.....
I appreciate it's not a mega time for many, but it is certainly the first time I have seen the number 25 at the end of a 5k. Really chuffed with this. My regular 5k hovers either side of 30.