Was hoping yesterday's cold cloudy weather would persist, but woke up this morning to bright blue skies and a shining sun. Got out at 9am, new tunes on my playlist hoping for a repeat of Friday's really good one. But it just didn't happen for me. I'd gone to bed feeling mildly p***ed off at a small domestic thing, and those thoughts and feelings were lingering this morning. About a minute in I was overtaken by a middle aged bloke, who I saw a couple of other times like some kind of physical reminder of my slowness. Anyway, was plodding round without particularly enjoying it, possibly a bit on the fast side, and got to the new bit of my route, which is a Tarmac path that takes me back across the common on a slight upwards incline. I found this new part of the run tough on Friday but got through it. Today it just defeated me. Maybe because I remembered it was tough and got scared. I got about half way along and just felt there was no gas in the tank (breathing and legs were fine), I was probably about 20 mins in at this point, so I slowed to walking for maybe a minute, no more than that, picked it up again and got to the other side of the main road where I have to do yet another long slow incline (which I've done a bazillion times now) - it's just two or three minutes of grinding it out and then it's all gravy. Anyway, couldn't face running it, so paused Laura and walked until I was back on the flat, then restarted and ran the rest of the run, aboutย 7 minutes or so, but it was no fun at all.
All in my head I think. I have a bit of a structural problem with my route in that there's a fair bit of downhill in the first third (easy to pick up pace without intending to) and a fair bit of uphill in the last third when I'm starting to tire. I live half way up one of London's biggest hills, so properly flat routes are difficult to find. I know I can do it though. I will go out there again on Tuesday and do it. And if today wasn't perfect, it was at least more running in my legs.