Week 7 run 3 and damn, I've been really enjoying these runs, the first three weeks of the program were - for me - all about finding my pace, the next couple of weeks were about finding out what time of day and whereabouts I most enjoyed running and since the first 25 minute run at the end of week 6 I've actually started taking a peek at my pace and despite having enthusiastically embraced the advice to slow down to achieve a sustainable pace to the point where I felt I was going incredibly slowly it turns out I'm averaging 5'04"/km which hugely pleases and surprises me.
So I set off this morning for w7r3 and thought I'd do a different route, it's all going nicely, I've just passed the halfway point and I'm adapting my new route on the fly (I like to finish with an uphill run and realised I'd get to my usual incline too quickly) and I'm not paying enough attention to the surface I'm running on. Suddenly I notice that both my feet have left the ground and I'm soaring face first arms outstretched towards the tarmac.
Time slows down, I vaguely remember the sensation of my trailing foot clipping something just as it left the ground and then I land with all the grace of a new born giraffe.
Spend a minute picking little bits of gravel out of my knees and elbow (I'm going to have scabs the likes of which I've not seen on me since primary school!), glance back and spot the uneven bit of brick I tripped on, notice the blood blisters and bruising on the heel of my hands, freak out for a fraction of a second and decide to knock today's run on the head and so just walk home from that point instead.
Ok, so that's one to put in the practice pile. I'm pondering when to reattempt...I really want to get this week completed and I did only finish half the scheduled run before going a*se over t*t which doesn't feel like enough to warrant a whole day of rest before trying again.
Ho-hum...I'll see how I feel tomorrow.