Having had a break from running for a couple of weeks for one reason or another I went out yesterday morning back to trusty week 3, which is a popular choice for me when things haven't been going so well. Headed to the local park and it was a lovely sunny morning but flippin cold, it was a nasty little northerly. Legs felt like I was dragging lead lined trainers and I was quite out of breath but kept going. Tried to distract from the pain by looking at the daffodils and nodding to passing dog walkers (actually speaking was not an option!). Got through it though, but later in the day the familiar exhaustion was back and I was nodding off mid sentence, though it could have been the over excitement of the Liverpool game...
Anyway I think a lot of my problems are those of the mental kind - I'm going to collapse, have a heart attack etc. I figure if I have to stay at week 3 forever at least I'm out doing something but will try to battle the fear and go to week 4 next week. I never thought that it would be as much a mental battle as a physical one.
Tomorrow I am going to run along the seafront to watch the sunset which I hope will distract me from panicking about my heart rate and may even leave the Tomtom at home, and run free for a change.
Happy running everyone 😀