This is the first run I haven't completed.
The excuses: The overnight low was 28 degrees and it was a bit warmer than that at 6.00am, humidity 87%. The air was still. Too still 😱 There was zero air movement around me, and let's face it, I hardly cause a ripple in the environment as I slo-mo through it. I reached the 15 minute mark and my legs were great, my breathing was even-ish, the new trainers were comfy, even bouncy! I was enjoying the run and the environment. My head was so hot though, so I pulled off my cap. I then remembered a comment I made to Bridget007 re running in the heat and out of the blue decided to take my own advice! 🤔 Nearly 18 minutes had passed and I figured I'd walk for one minute to try to cool down then get back into it. One minute turned into three, and then there was no way I was running again. I was weaving all over the path for a minute or so after stopping, so I was definitely overheated.
The critical self: "Not finishing a run has never been an option, so why today? Do you think that just because this is a post-grad run that you can just give yourself a 'get out of jail' card? You've run in similar conditions for every run except 4 in the air-con gym, and even then you didn't run faster because you're a shite runner and a snail. You don't have what it takes to do this. There are other people running here in the park this morning who are faster than you and they haven't given up. You have failed this run."
The reality: I didn't wear my lucky pants. Yes, for some reason I have lucky running pants. I've worn the same pair (yes, washed!) for every run since Week 5 Run 3. They're not particularly comfortable or even suitable for running, nor do I get lucky in them, but they got me through the programme. Mix up the auspicious underwear at your own peril.
When all else fails? Blame it on the pants.