After enjoying W9R1 as it was my first ' good run' since the long ones began, I was back to grinding it out tonight. It was windy and raining and I didn't feel like I had much in my legs. In fact I felt like I was going so slowly that the slugs and snails were passing me for much of it. Bizarrely I ran further tonight ( 3.37k in the 30 minutes) than I did on Tuesday when I felt good.
I've asked hubby how that can be, and he said he had the same conversation at work earlier this week with some of his running mates, and none of them could work out why this happens either.
Seems like it's just another of the weird and wonderful things about running.
One to go - fingers crossed for Saturday!