No, that’s not me!
So, I was all set to go out just after 9, which became 10 and by 2 I was out of the house!!
Target 6k. Off I go down a tail I last walked 10 years ago, nice undulating fields, pace is comfortable, and I have a nice first kilometre. The undulation starts to take its toll I’m slowing down... I’m wet though by 2k and not a drop of it is rain... then I start to see a problem looming, it seems in the last 10 years a new hill has grown all by itself. 3k in and I’m up for the challenge but boy did it hurt... of course, when my now super slow beetroot face starts to see over the hill, it then dawns on me that I could have turned round and run back and got my 6k done... nice view though... down and kissing the ground is in my head, that’s what I’m doing, but I’m feeling more like I’m going to face plant the ground any second now. 5k done and I’m feeling like I did when my daughter coached me on Tuesday... so much as I wanted to quit, I figured I’d run 3k from this tired then, and today I only have to do one. Last bit is on the road and the little black dot that is my car is growing nicely... no speed up for this finish... I pop the back door open and stagger the 100 yards from the 6k point and just collapse in a sweaty mess in my middle seats. Took me maybe 10 minutes to fully recover... much water drank, then up and down the lane again on foot because I hadn’t raised my legs and I hadn’t done cooldown.
No sign of the promised rain... no doubt it’ll chuck it down soon now I don’t want it to.
Enjoyability of this run... 3/10... pride that I just managed it 11!
Rather than post a picture of this sweaty mess, I thought I’d choose one of someone who can run hills without medical units on standby