Just in after a sweaty morning run. Was woken by a pigeon cooing on the roof directly above my bedroom (at 5:15am) and didn’t sleep properly afterwards so was a bit daunted. However, despite my picking the nettle infested, tree-root ridden along-the-river route I managed to run 5.45k with an average 7’35/km. This is the furthest & speediest I’ve ever managed and I wasn’t trying, in fact I was muttering: “slower, slower” to myself. It just goes to show that applying the same principles of patience and persistence improvement gently happens, just as it did during the programme.
That said, I still don’t feel ready for more (yet).
Meanwhile has anyone else noticed that wildlife finds the shape and movement of a runner confusing? This morning I nearly ran over a robin. It just stood there in the muddle of the (very narrow) track staring at me.
Finally I’m really noticing my energy levels are much higher in general since I started this running malarkey. Looking at my diary I feel way better than this time last year. 😊❤️🏃🏻♀️ Are the rest of you finding the same?
Happy running and stick to the cooler ends of the day peeps.