Hey!
Up until the week before last I didn't run for a couple of weeks for reasons I can't remember and no doubt weren't good enough, but anyway I got back into doing 5k three times a week last week.
My housemate, whom I get on well with, asked if I fancied a run on Sunday morning. I was initially a bit hesitant because I was determined to run on Monday, but Gerwin rarely runs outside the gym and it was a nice day.
We went at a pace of around 5:30 per km. By doing this we ended up running around 7k, which is further than I'd run before and I felt I could go further.
Monday afternoon I set off in the direction of Roath Lake. Much was (and probably is now) closed due to the oncoming Cardiff Half (tomorrow) (well done and good luck if you're doing it) but I could still use some of the lake's surrounding path and the road pavement was fine. I remember I had run around 8k before my legs began reminding me I had run 7k the morning before but so close to 10 I pressed on and finished. I think I've wanted to cover 10k at least since the day after graduating Couch to 5k so as you'll imagine it was a nice feeling.
Unsurprisingly on my run on Wednesday afternoon I don't think I'd have run 8k if you'd offered me a sizeable amount of money and even time off work the next day, and maybe even the next. Thinking around 2k how much I fancied a brioche roll, I realised shortly after I needed to run about 2.5k to burn the calories contained in one. 2.5k! For ONE!
I ran either 5.5 or 6km, much more comfortably, on Friday. I'll try 10k again next week and am filled with confidence
Thanks for reading,
Mike