I’d been dreading this one all day. I don’t know why I have such a big mental block about the 25 minute run, but I really do. Every time. Neither daughter was willing to save me from Laura, and although Mr Rainbow had apparently been going to suggest we go and eat out somewhere tonight, he only got home once I was already changed and ready to run and was half way through preparing a casserole to go in the oven and cook while I was being energetic! So Plan A it was then. *deep calming breaths*
Off I went into the dark - oh but it’s not going to be long now until I’m running in the light evenings and I so can’t wait! My five minute walk got me to the expected place and off I jogged, still undecided about whether I was going to go round and round my normal little loop or be brave and venture off down the main road. Familiarity won out, as I got to the deciding point and turned round to head back up the path. At five minutes it all felt ok, and I was feeling pretty comfortable. It felt as though every few minutes I was reminding myself to slow down a bit, but to my astonishment when Laura said I was half way, I was feeling well settled in and as though I could just keep going indefinitely!
Round and down the path and up the car park and round the other way and down and back up... I discovered that running right at the edge of the parking area is good - the ground is a bit softer there but it’s not as tiring as running on grass And then there was just five minutes to go!
Since I’d been so consciously holding back for the whole run, i let myself relax now and not try to control my pace, just to go at whatever felt right. It’s only five minutes so I knew I could manage it (hark at me! Not very many weeks ago five minutes felt like climbing a mountain!). It was a long five minutes though, and I’m sure Laura had got distracted and forgotten to keep an eye on the time before she said ‘60 seconds to go’! And it was done.
I ran a whole 25 minutes, thanks to all the support on here. Go me!!! Oh, and the casserole? Delicious!