Oh yeah baby, it was really uncool yeah on Saturday when my groove just wasn't there. Crazy I know, but it went after my pull up at the 2k mark.
But, this evening I pulled on my best running shorts, tightened the lases on my (less than) gleaming white running shoes and slipped on my rather bodacious running top.
I then stepped out onto the rather groovy roads outside of Thirsk in North Yorkshire, where I find myself working this week, and set off on my five minute warm up . . .
Now time to get stuck in, YEAH BABY! Off I go at a rather subdued but steady pace, always thinking about that left thigh, that caused the grief on Saturday. Six minutes 25 seconds and 1k in, no pain, no twinge just comfortable running. So I up the pace a bit and complete k2 in 5m 48 sec. But then . . . who put that bloody hill there? Who put hills in Yorkshire, I mean that's crazy!
So I slow down and inch up the hill ever closer to the crest. . . . just a bit further and we're there. An easy jog down the other side, but then there's another one, bugger. Then it dawns on me, they'll be there on the way back too, seriously not used to this living in that world renowned epitome of flatness, Norfolk.
I hit the 15 minute mark and turn for the journey back and boy is it warm, 24 degrees and no breeze. The 3rd km gets clocked and we're back down to 6m 33s per km. It now starts to get hard. The first of those hill climbs and I feel the pace slowing again. Hill climb 2 and we're barely running at this point but we keep going and eventually the 30 minutes ticks over. Stop the watch, stop the GPS and we're done. Thirty minutes and 4.7k in the bag baby, no pain, discomfort or even the slightest twinge . . . . . GROOVY!
I'm one happy chappy, a big smile and I get my MOJO back . . . . smashing, YEAH!