I was reminded today of how improvement is not a smooth upward trajectory. Today’s run was a juddering descent.
I was a bit snotty this morning but up for it. Runs 1 and 2 were so good and run 3 is the same formula, so all is well, right?! I walked beyond briskly for 5 minutes, waiting to be unleashed for the first 90 seconds. Michael said ‘go’ and I went... wayyy too fast. The 90 seconds recovery was barely enough before the first 3 minutes were on me. I slowed down (no choice there) but my legs were heavy, my arms were heavy (never heard of heavy arms from running) and I was a long way off smiling. Thank god for the 3 minute recovery walk. It was just long enough to gather myself for the final 90 second and 3 minute legs.
I think I had this worrying image in my head of doing a Park Run and despite being a fairly fit (looking) forty something, coming in last, behind children, octogenarians, one-legged penguins, etc.
If I ran like I did today, without pacing myself, I wouldn’t even get to the finish line. Time to concentrate on the here and now and remember to pace myself...🙄