Hello all, It's been a while since I last posted and I've been a busy old bee in the interim. The running has been great - I've been running at least 3 times a week and can now run for 90 minutes which, for me, is 12K. All well and good you say. And, yes, it is. I'm thrilled to be doing so well and really enjoying it.
Except that is for one major stumbling block. This running I have been doing has been pretty much (e.g. 95%) all done on a treadmill, at the gym. Please forgive me purists, but I LOVE running on the treadmill. I'm aware I'm in a minority. MM absolutely HATES it. He can manage 15 mins at the most and then harrumphs off to the cross trainer (which, incidentally, I consider to be a medieval form of torture and should be banned alongside sweet wine, use of the phrase "smashed it" and men in crocs. I digress). Anyhoo, that's how it is. I love the fact I can see the time and distance right there, it's a constant temperature, I can go for a wee if necessary, I can pace myself, there are no obstacles in my way and, most importantly, I can stop any time I like and go for an immediate shower.
MM is not happy about this situation. Today, he said, we are going for a run. Along the seafront at Brighton. We'll run an hour from the marina to Hove Lagoon and back. OK says I, but with a very heavy heart. It began badly and went downhill from there. He set off at a pace akin to Usain Bolt, and I was bellowing to him to slow down from the outset. This he did, although the first km was done in a time almost 2 minutes faster than my normal plod. By 10 minutes in, we'd dodged a million and three families, bikes, dogs (and accompanying steaming piles) and we weren't even at the pier. Reader, I only managed 2.5k. Pathetic. I just didn't want to go further, largely because I needed a wee, it was very windy, and all I could think about was the further I ran in one direction, the longer the trudge back.
Am I alone? Does ANYONE feel the same? Please help...