It was never going to be easy.
After 2 tortuous runs in W7, I'd finished on a high, smashing R3 (by my standards anyway) by covering 3.4k in the time. I was on a high. Euphoric. Ecstatic -
Enter the gremlins. You know the drill. 'Just a fluke', they said. 'You'll never be able to match that. As for running 28 mins: not a chance' ...
So once the rest day was done I put off week 8 for a day; 2 days, 3 days. Any excuse would do. Not enough sleep, not enough time, too cold, too dark. Etc. Maybe I'd wait till they weren't watching, then sneak out & catch them unawares. Except they took it in shifts to lurk.
This couldn't go on forever, so in the end I tried another tactic. I'd brazen it out, make them think I didn't care. I could do this, I really could.
Enter the 28 min Snailathon.
They were very persistent this time, those gremlins, given I normally succeed in boring them away with my pace. I couldn't even get them off my tail as I kept darting off-piste in my attempts to avoid the dog-walkers & the threat of being overtaken ...
The little b****s just wouldn't give up. Each time I passed a bench, they told me to sit down (I didn't); as for when I passed the cemetary gates ... (it's OK - I resisted them too.) And when Tanglegate made its inevitable appearance (despite the Arctic temp, somehow I managed to get hot, necessitating the removal of a layer), they made it clear there was no point going any further -
Cue Mr S, telling me I had 5 mins to go! Hooray, hooray - my saviour! A massive scarpering of the grems and somehow I made it through. Not pretty and the time ... safe to say, it's not been saved. But it's all about slow & steady, right?
Which is more than can be said for the rate at which I'm downing this large glass of wine
Have a great w/e everyone. Cheers!