My legs felt a bit heavy this morning as I set off. I went with Laura (and Julie) so I could listen to the last podcast and decided just to do the 30 mins and not go for 5 k. Mustn't overdo it. The first 10 minutes were not too wonderful, going too fast again probably, or just getting my rhythm. I found myself thinking of the route ahead and how long it seems. But the other part of me knew I could do this because I'd run 5 k on Friday and then I got my rhythm and the next 10 mins just flew by. The last 10 mins I tricked my brain by telling myself I'd run 5 minutes less than I actually had. And then it was over. The penultimate run. Only one more to go. I got home with a runners high, sweaty but elated. I danced around hubby announcing that I had run 4.1 k in 30 minutes and only had one more run to go on the programme. That soon I would be running 30 minutes 3x a week just about every week, that I would go running when we're on holiday. And I bounced around energized for most of the day! He was amused at my enthusiasm, but refused my offer that he should come with me. Jogging is boring, apparently. Huh, if only he knew.
It seems that runs at the time are rarely very pleasant. But the feeling afterwards more than makes up for it.
And I'm working on my family.