You know how sometimes everything seems to conspire against the whole idea of going for a run. Today:
* extreme tiredness (got home at 2am)
*lunch out with the in laws
*couldn’t find my glasses this afternoon once I took out my contact lenses
*running leggings not staying up properly, and coming worryingly close to showing the rest of the world what’s at the end of the rainbow! 😳
But I knew I had to do it, so having said bye to the in laws and located my glasses (on top of the washing machine in the utility room, of all bizarre places), I braved it.
The first half was just fighting against my mind. My legs just kept on going - tiredly but steadily - but my mind was telling me to stop and walk a bit. Fortunately I knew better than to listen to it, and kept plodding, wishing the time away. By the time the end of the first lap was in sight I’d just passed the halfway announcement, so told my self firmly that was enough nonsense and I could definitely do it from here.
The start of the second lap always feels a bit daunting, but this time I distracted myself by trying to work out where I’d be when Laura told me there was just five minutes remaining, and where I’d finish. And I was duly delighted when I was past the expected five minute announcement point, and felt that I had just about enough energy left to speed up a bit. And for the last minute I was really going for it, maybe just to prove some sort of point to myself!
But I did it! That’s week 8 finished; just one more week of the plan to go, them the really hard work begins of keeping the habit going and making sure I have the motivation and self-discipline to keep running and keep improving. That’s for after next week too. For now I’m going to have a well-earned cup of tea and an early night!