Wasn't in the best frame of mind for this today, was a bit peeved about something (work related) and thought the run would be a good way to de-stress on it.
Instead I attacked the run to challenge myself and tried to pick up the pace for the first mile. I felt fine at the end of that mile & took it down a notch as I took the long uphill back from the roundabout but it had a knock on effect that I came to regret. It wasn't particularly to set any targets or anything I think I just wanted to pound the ground a bit to ease my frustration.
Rest of the run I felt pretty knackered and nauseous , lacking energy and probably for the first time since I started, praying for the 25 mins to be done with. I'm proud that I still managed to finish it, after 15 minutes or so I had my doubts but I was reckless and pretty stupid. It was after 11 and I'd still not eaten either, so I'm giving myself a dunces hat for today ๐ฌ
Maybe subconsciously I wanted a bad run, something new to use as a yardstick will never know. Soooo much more enjoyable when you have something left in the tank to end with, and I really don't care now if I only run half a mile on Friday, I'm taking it back to the original approach and finding that natural pace again.