After the highs of Fridays first ever 25 minute run I was feeling a bit more confident about the run today. What I wasn't feeling confident about was the way I was feeling. My fiancée Becca had cooked a giant Sunday lunch yesterday with her parents round and I was feeling a bit of acid from it all this morning. So decided to get up early at 6am and give myself a good couple of hours to try and settle it. Felt a bit better but not 100% by the start of the run.
Becca had again taken our dog to the park, so was looking forward to maybe spotting them again as I went on my usual route. Today I had decided I might try and pick up the pace just a little and see where it got me. Nothing major, if I could get to the same finish point as Friday I would be more than happy than that but would judge how I was feeling as I ran. With the last few weeks being a bit more repetitive, thought the challenge for myself could be to first complete the new durations each week, then see if I can improve either my pace a little or just see if I can tackle the hills with a bit more power, but completing the duration will and always be the priority.
First 5 minutes went as Friday, nice sunny morning (though cool) and managed to spot Becca and our dog Odie playing with a group of other dogs down by the bowling green. Gave them a wave but didn't want to attract Odie too much in case he came running over. Luckily, he was having way too much fun, didn't see me so turned the corner and headed up steps across the challenging gravel carpark and up the road that runs alongside the park.
Then I felt something dart next to my leg, yup Odie! Was pretty shocked, I was probably about 200-300m from the bowling green now, way out of sight, and was sure he hadn't seen me. At first I thought Becca had come running after me (she's in a running group) but she was nowhere in sight. Was a bit annoyed with him (as we're trying hard atm to train it out of him still) but also couldn't help but laugh to myself a bit, and at least it was me he had followed, as he's never chased a runner before.
So I did a u turn, and ran back down the road across the carpark, and heard Becca shouting frantically for him. Luckily she took him straight away at the top of the steps & back on his lead, so at least I didn't have to tackle those again. Kept it going turned around and headed back on my normal route. I knew now I wasn't going to have the same finishing point for the run, but was at least pleased I hadn't had to stop. Distraction had also killed a bit of time, and I was soon running on a nice downhill to the roundabout.
Rest of the run went well, on a couple of occasions I did feel a bit sick (high up - acid again) but slowed it down and got through it. Didn't end up too far away from my finishing point on Friday, still managed to tackle the last steep hill and managed to pick up the pace again for the last minute.
Feel a lot better now after the run, and looking forward to R2 😊
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