New regime started accidentally on Sunday.
Swapping from three runs a week based on 30-30-(33, 34, 40, 43) to try to reach 5k and now doing 4k-4k-5k. This was my second 4k.
Knew it would be hot. Aimed to avoid the terrible gremlins and ragged breath of last run, which I did by starting as slowly as I dared. Overall time 7 seconds slower!
I start every run with total self-doubt that I can complete it (within 5 minutes I usually want to stop and go home) and I really wish I didn’t. It is mad because I haven’t bailed out on a run yet (SAS Parkrun excepted, but I just walked when I couldn’t run).
Music dragged me along with the Dad Dancing playlist on random - up Sirens Hill to the accompaniment of Eye of the Tiger this time.
A couple of encounters with dog walkers but not dramas. Did I mention it was hot?
Came back with the athletic sheen that sallenson mentioned yesterday.
Within moments I had gone from Charlie Sheen to Rickie Lake - sweat pouring off me as I strip off and get my gear in the wash. (A joy of solo living at the moment: clothing optional!)
Sat thinking about why I enjoy running when it gives me such mental anguish at the start of every run. Can’t fathom it.
Whatever it is, it seems to have bitten lots of us.
Enjoy your next run x