I've not managed to get out for a run since Wednesday last week, so was determined to go this evening. It's been a horrible day, starting with massive problems with Anxious Teen Rainbow, and ending the same way. But the highlight, by far the best bit of the day, was the 40 mins I was out for my run.
I get in at about 5.40 on Fridays so there was still some light even by the time I was heading out at 6-ish - lovely! And I think Cedric had got complacent with the amount of running I've not done recently, so he forgot to turn up and be all gremlin-y at me! I decided that I would try to do half an hour, but not worry if I couldn't quite manage it. So, week 9 podcast in my ear, off I went.
First five minutes easy. Second five minutes easy. Hang on, what happened to the terrible ten?!? Not complaining though Half-way through and still feeling good. Whoop! Down to the bottom of the village. I may be rubbish at dealing with Daughter's anxiety and OCD, but I was damned if a stupid incline was going to beat me tonight. This run was about escape, about success, about feeling good. Up my nemesis I ran, and only started to feel that it got particularly hard right as it was about to level off. Hah, take that, small incline!
Ten minutes to go, round both cul-de-sacs one last time, relaxing into it and striding out slightly/speeding up a bit for the last five minutes.
And done. Just what the doctor ordered (or at least, would have done if I told her I was doing this!).
Sadly the glow wore off somewhere around the point that Daughter dumped her dinner over the table. But hey, it was good while it lasted...!