I found myself making a lot of excuses before I even got out of bed this morning. I was not NOT going to run, but I was setting up for ‘failure’. Sore throat, runny nose, two long bouldering sessions at the weekend, definitely a bit dehydrated, two cigarettes... 😬
I brought this armband thing to put my phone in, so left the house in my flimsiest outfit yet after doing some warm up stretches 😇. It was a tad chilly but a beautiful morning.
You know, even only half an hour after the run, I’m struggling to remember what I was feeling during it - I know it was pretty bad, as I was seriously questioning whether I could keep going. There was definitely a lot of negativity going on. It’s a bit like childbirth though - the endorphins/rush of joy at the end of the slog makes you forget the hard bits. I feel great now, but I know I didn’t whilst running!
(By the way, I hope this is helpful to someone - there are all these amazing stories of people graduating, and triumphantly ticking off another week, and it’s easy to think other people aren’t finding it as hard/feeling the pain, meaning you must be the unfittest of the unfit, etc, etc, continue down the rabbit hole, etc).
I knew I was going to make it when I finished the first 5 minutes. During that first 5 minutes, I wasn’t sure. Michael told me I was 2.5 minutes through and I could have cried. He told me I had a minute to go and I had to force myself to keep going (uphill at this point, too 😩). But then I had the 2.5 minute recovery walk, which seemed to go on forever (I’m still unconvinced the app didn’t pause and restart). I realised I had recovered and the final 3 minute and 5 minute runs were... ok?!
I kept walking for an extra few minutes to get to 5k in 38 minutes, 16 minutes of which was jogged.
Yes, it was OK. I’m doing OK. Well done chaps 🙂