This was going to be a very different post!
So far I'd got through C25k without too much difficulty, the odd blip (W4 R1, I think) but nothing more.
Then last week, W6. The first two runs were ok.
The 25 minute run for R3 was awful. Horrendous. It started badly and got worse. I had stitch. I couldn't breathe. I was getting buffeted by the wind and hating it. About half way through I thought to myself, 'I hate running. Why am I doing this?' Then I thought, 'I just can't do this, I'll never be able to do it.' I stopped laughing at Jo Whiley when she told me how well I was doing and how she wasn't being patronising, and started swearing at her. (Sorry Jo.) By the end, my lungs were burning, I felt sick and for a moment, rather melodramatically, I thought I was going to die. Even worse, it reminded me of all the horrible experiences I'd had in school PE, which put me off running for 20 years, more or less. I had no idea what my motivation was any more.
Who know what was going on? For some unknown reason, I'd been dreading that run all week, which can't have helped. 25 minutes seemed like a long time, much longer than the 20 minutes I'd done in week 5, and after that the runs had started to seem dauntingly longer with no relief.
I know some people struggled with the heat, but I'm a warm weather shorts-and-t-shirt type person and I can't seem to get clothing right now it's a bit colder, but not *that* cold. I'd been having difficulties extending my route, too, without having to cross a main road with the risk of either having to stop or get run over! Plus there are other things going on: I'm trying to go back to finish my PhD after time off with acute anxiety. I'm well now, but the hoops the university are making me jump through are a bit stressful. So I wasn't in the best mood to begin with.
That was the depressing post I was going to write. Somehow though I managed to persuade myself to go back out there for W7R1, 25 minutes again… and it was fine! Good, even. I sorted the route, the weather was warmer, and I actually enjoyed it. (Finishing on a massive downhill probably helped.) Went back out and did W7R2 this morning, going in the opposite direction and starting with an uphill. It wasn't *quite* as good, in fact the middle bit was a bit horrible, but I kept going and tried to be positive and by the end I felt good. It's weird how sometimes you get in a groove and stop thinking about what you're doing and just keep going!
So I suppose I just want to say a bad run is probably just a bad run. If it happens to you, try not to feel too dispirited, hard though that is. You can do it. 😎
(The photo is cow field I run through on my route, at the top of the park. You can just see the old windmill (minus sails) on the left. Only the cars and student flats really tell you this is in the middle of the city!)