Everything about this morning’s run looked DOOMED. I had a terrible night‘s sleep, woke with such a bad cold I had to have a Lemsip before I could even breathe through my nose, and when I went out (in the dark) my breath froze on the air and steamed up my glasses so I could hardly see a thing.
But somehow... as a result of my gradual stretching of my run durations in weeks 8&9, and while basically doing a recce to ensure that I had identified a route of exactly 5km in length... not only did I complete my run, but I kept going to 5km! I didn’t even mean to, but when I looked at my phone just as I was intending to stop (after 33min) it said I’d done 4.88km and I just thought, what the heck, I might as well.
So, the time I’ve logged for my first-ever 5km: 34:11. One more run to go. I don’t care if it’s faster or slower...