I am increasingly finding I wish I could fast forward the first 10 to 15 minutes of my runs. The first 10 or so minutes seem pretty dire. My legs feel like lead weights and the whole thing seems like a real effort. Then, like a break in the clouds it all settles down and whilst still hard work it becomes bearable.
If I could just skip the first bit and fast forward to half way through I would be a lot happier!
Run 1 of week 7 today, no real problems if you don't count wanting to give up for the first half of the run. That and running without glasses made me look over at what I thought was a particularly large Red Admiral butterfly in someone's garden. Wow, that's a whopper I thought before squinting at it again in puzzlement as I realised it was a discarded Mars bar wrapper.
At least there was no chance of it flying into my mouth like last time, though the thought of flying Mars bars truly is the stuff of fantasy. Hmmmm. Flying Mars bars.
It's odd, but after 10 mins, the aches fade a little, the breathing gets a bit more regular and I feel I could keep going, which is something I have mentioned before. In fact, Laura suggested that toward the latter part of the run, if all was going well I could up the pace a little. I am very wary of this, as I have had odd occasions where increasing the pace even slightly has bought on that nauseous feeling that scuppered me once before BUT I was able to continue past the 25 minutes. In fact I continued to run the 5 minute warm down, in effect running for 30 minutes, before doing the 5 min warm down properly. I don't think I'm going to do that again, it was hard on my calves and I made concerted effort on the stretches post run too. Picking an injury up at this stage through exuberance would be silly.
Whilst running, I try and keep myself distracted with whatever sights are abroad.
Today there was the usual assortment of people gardening, walking dogs etc.
One lady was working in her garden which was lovely (not like mine at all) but she had the misfortune of seeing me come past three times. My run is a long loop. The third and last time round I was flagging whilst she was raking up the trimmings from her pruning. At this point her rake in a show of solidarity for the poor afflicted thing plodding round and round decided to shuffle off its mortal coil and its head fell off.
I nearly had to stop as we both burst out laughing.
Finally, just before I got back home, I saw a pair of magpies. Whilst I tried to work out whether two of them bode good luck (I never remember the rhyme) I then saw a little bird dart into the hedge. It had a little red breast. Yep, you got it. Today on the run was batman and a robin! You couldn't make it up!