Well, that went very well. This was the one that the runner inside me was itching to do! 25 mins non-stop running. ππββοΈ
I sprang out of bed at 5:45am and was out the door at 6:30am. Still dark, just the big ole shiny moon and a few streetlights, no people around and just the odd startled fox π¦ for company. (The squirrels were still snoozing).
My legs felt good, and after a stressful day at work yesterday I was looking forward to my "running meditation" that seems to put everything in perspective so well. Not once did I feel the need to stop, and I managed to keep a nice pace. Was rather shocked when Jo told me I had 5 mins left! And, when she suggested upping the pace a bit for the last 60 seconds I had the energy to take her up on it! Shocker!
I now hate intervals. I now love running. β€οΈ
Week 7? Bring it!
Now for my reward - egg on toast and a banana.
Thanks to all you lovely folk for cheering me on in this journey; it means so much, and helps more than you can imagine.
Sadie-runs (oh yes)