The tough want to crawl under a duvet and watch love island (and I hate Love Island!)
What can I say about tonight’s run. I was tired before I even got home. I was tired in the train, I was tired when I was getting ready..... I was almost convincing myself that I wasn’t going to make it.... I’d made sure I was hydrated and had a healthy lunch and plenty of fruit for energy this evening. But following my own advice (in a previous post) I got all my gear on having waited for it cool slightly to 8.40pm.... I still didn’t want to go, but I thought I’d give it a go, if nothing else “it’s still a run”
Lead legs were in full swing tonight, and my left knee took great delight in reminding me what happened last time I got injured, but I think I managed to keep “an ok” pace the whole run - if anything I think I was slightly faster toward the end.
I didn’t hit a zone tonight but there was definitely a pattern that I didn’t have to struggle with - but I fought for every step.... I’ve heard some refer to the toxic 10, where it takes you 10 minutes to find your rhythm and then be able to enjoy the run..... tonight was a toxic 25.
I did it - yes, and I feel glad that I know I ground it out, but I really hated it at the same time... the same way a tennager hates tidying their room but are doing it anyway cos you’re nagging them!
In to my 2 days off now before W8R1 on Friday..... not sure I’m looking forward to that...