Not an auspicious day for a run.
Yesterday was a very busy work day as I run up to 10 days leave plus some family issues thrown in. Last night I had great trouble getting to sleep. And it was forecast rain.
Alarm at 6:15am. I snooze it all the way past 7am. My legs ache. I’m tired and thirsty. Don’t make me do this.
Oh. Alright then. Up I get and drag my bones through my morning run routine - find my gear, bathroom visit, brush teeth, get my shoes on, headphones, music, app, key, kitchen sink...
Outside and then weather is perfect for running. Overcast with a breeze taking the edge off quite warm air. Maybe this will be ok after all.
Fast first 5 min walk then we are off and running. Ah. Friday. I love the smell of wheelie bins in the morning. Mental note that it will be a slalom on the way back as the bin men leave them strewn across the pavements.
Real trouble getting my breath and loads of overgrown bushes and trees to dodge as well as the bins. At times I have to choose between hitting massive boughs and running in front of lorries.
My head is telling me that I am wasting my time. I’m not going to run 5 minutes let alone 30. I can feel my shoulders rise and my head drop. I then think of you lot on here and how I can’t face posting about how I didn’t do it.
Breath starts to ease, as does my mind. I’m in a rhythm and I’m ok. Just grind out the steps.
Halfway and I’ve run farther than before. Turn and head for home. It sounds so easy.
Sirens Hill (pictured) nearly kills me today - I really needed a rope to pull myself up it - but I get there.
This is clearly the edge of how long I can run at the moment - 3.30k of running - and I’m thinking a full Parkrun is out of my reach just yet.
Real sense of achievement but boy I’m tired after that.
Whatever run you have next, enjoy it x