Look what turned up today!
On the 11th November I did a virtual run. I hadn't done a 5k for a while, and as this was for Remembrance Day I decided to see if I could improve on my PB. I cheated slightly, in that I chose an ever-so-slightly downhill route, with no traffic to get in my way, and found a fast-paced playlist to spur me on.
The first km went okay, and the second one was a whole second quicker. Then I started to get tired. I pushed on though, but my third km was quite a bit slower. Was I going to make my PB? Could I do two more at this pace?
It sounds really trite, but what helped was thinking of all the people in the wars who probably thought they couldn't carry on either. I know running is in no way comparable to what they went through but it made me grit my teeth and dig in. I was still a bit slower, and I'd resigned myself to not getting a PB, but I thought all I could do was my very best.
I've discovered that if I am running hard, I lose all capability for rational thought. I had no clue what time I was aiming to beat. I knew when I set out, but 4km in, I'd lost it completely and all I knew was I had to keep running as fast as I could at that point - not that fast, but far better than my normal gentle potter I am very pleased that I remembered to hit the stop button at 5km because this is something I've forgotten to do at several races
I looked at the time and thought it looked fairly good, but was delighted when I got home to realise that I had beaten my previous 5k time by 1 minute and 39 seconds.
I have no clue how I am ever going to beat my new 5k PB of 32:10, but hey - a problem for another day.
Lest we forget.