I haven't posted a great deal on here (reason:I hate typing on my phone 😂) but boy oh boy I struggled on tonight's run. It seems crazy when I think that I did exactly the same thing on Sunday, but that was a nice flat route and early morning.
Contrast that with the fact that I've been at work all day (on my feet, I m a teacher), have a slight cold and plumped for a new route which I didn't realise would be so hilly in parts 😕
Anyway.... I did it. All the way along I had the most lovely scenery... Autumn trees, late evening sunshine and fading blue sky... BUT all I could feel was the steady acge in my legs and the sense of impending doom as I wobbled along wishing every minute was the last.
I stuck it out (How do we do it? Really and truly, how do we keep going?) but for the first time ever, the run ended with me being ushered indoors by my husband and then me promptly breaking into floods of tears at the whole grinding, punishing and relentless difficultly of it all.
Several hours have passed and it is only know that I am feeling the familiar euphoria of having pushed my rather overweight body to its limits. I feel determined and bloody proud that having never run in my life before, I have completed every single run of C25k so far.
Bring on week 7 run 2, I'm ready for you 😀 🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️