Hello folks - tis but a long while since I last posted on here, so I thought I'd write a quick blogette about this mornings run.
I should have gone out yesterday morning, but when I saw the rain I thought, "I'm not gonna ruin my hair!" - so I postponed until today. Arose at a reasonable hour, thanks to a group of schoolchildren and their Mums outside my window doing what sounded like a group of of rioters throwing metal dustbins at each other. They were in fact just making their way to school......
I had this idea this morning that I could run 7K in under 40 minutes. I'm not even sure I've ever done this - (I could check and go over stats, but that's SOOOOO dull). Instead I decided that if I could do it, it would count as a PB. I've done it in 40 minutes for sure.....but under that? Hmmmm....was it possible? At my age and everything.
Once outside on my warm up walk, I made the decision that I should jettison the idea of a sub 40. It was too much pressure on my mental state of being........or was it? Damn! I didn't know what the hell to do. I started running.....
Things were feeling good. I felt light and springy, my breathing was slow and steady and my limbs seemed to be working well. 1K, 2K, 3K went brilliantly. I was approaching the halfway point and wondered if I should look at my garmin to see how I was doing? Decided not to - in case it was bad news and it deflated me. By now you see, I had decided to go for the sub 40 minuter and I wanted to keep focused.
4K.....good. 5K beeped at well under 30 minutes which meant this could be on! I wasn't tiring which is unlike me. Perhaps my brain had told my legs that todays lesson was endurance, and that they'd better behave, otherwise they'd get 50 lashes! 6K beeped and again, I was tempted to look at Gertie Garmin.....but I didn't. I was so worried I might have screwed this run up, I didn't want to ruin my day!! I decided on this last kilometre I would turn on my Super Dan Boosters!
Galloping like prize stud (???) I tore along the Thames path. Flies and bugs crashed into my face, but I didn't care. I swatted them away like they were....well.....bugs! Leaves fell around me, like missiles trying to put me off and throw me off my stride, but I wasn't having any of it. I dodged them like a pro, laughing in their face - Muuwahhahaaaa!!!!
I was approaching a new development of luxury flats being built and I knew that my finish line was just past this site. On I ran, waiting for the sound of Gertie Garmin to alert me that I had reached 7K......suddenly.....it BEEPED!! I looked down gingerly at the time piece, wondering if I had done it.......if I hadn't, then I'd be massively depressed and would spend the rest of the day in a darkened room, drinking neat whiskey and shouting expletives out of the window.
Alas! I need not have worried because I did it in 39'36! HOOOOORAY!! (***does a quick "conga" around the room***)
Its amazing what the brain can do isn't it? I'm sure its because I thought about doing a sub 40 that my body was somehow prepared for it and did the biz. I'm sooo pleased - yippeeeeee!
Thanks for reading