The infamous W5R3 and I had an appointment this morning.
I left the house at 6:30, after a not very good night (worried about the husband, who has teeth troubles and who was given prosthetics yesterday that make things even worse). I had decided I would choose a route which would allow me to make a full loop, without turning around at halfway point.
It was a grey morning, the ground was still wet from the night's rain and there was a bit of mist. There were sparkles everywhere in the grass. When my dear friend the Robotic American Lady said to run, I felt ready for it.
I had my usual awful first five minutes – burning legs, burning lungs, body screaming "stop this right now". After that, my legs started to loosen, to feel bouncy and supple, and I remembered the sensations from last run : yes, indeed, I was enjoying that running thing.
I know the first half of the route fairly well by now, but I had two "oops" moments on the second half. I had just gone across fields and into another wood when I spotted a rather long and steep incline waiting for me. I hadn't taken that into account when planning the route. Never mind, I thought. You won't stop me. I shortened my stride and, step by step, pattered to the top. Feeling ever so pleased with myself, I started going downhill and suddenly found myself running past huge targets. I was crossing right in the middle of a shooting range. Oops. Good thing it was still early in the morning !
The path continued downhill and across the fields again, between two thick hedges. "One minute left", said RAL in her usual gloomy tone. I couldn't believe it. I was almost dancing to the music. "Start your cool down", said she again, sounding almost pissed off that I had made it. I laughed out loud. I'd just ran for twenty minutes, and I'd loved it.
P.S.: I've just seen all the lovely comments on my last post, thanks everybody for your kind and encouraging words ! This forum is so positive and supportive !