Well, this run was better than Monday’s, which was horrible. I really felt the toxic ten, and was just coming out of it when I had to walk! 😡
I recovered very well during the three minute walk, and was ready to go again. However, after about two minutes, I was running on fumes again. I pushed through, even though what I was doing could hardly be classified as slow jogging, let alone running, as my feet seemed to be glued to the road. After a few minutes of desperate struggle, when I seriously considered walking, I found some new energy, and off I went again. I even managed to lengthen my pace and speed up for the last thirty seconds, although my running buddies are consistently faster than me in all stages of the run. One is nearly 71, and she puts me to shame. 🥺
I had music this evening, and that definitely helps me. I don’t think I will ever run without it now. I know it’s rather antisocial on my running buddies, but I’m in this for me! Thankfully, they understand.
Again, no euphoria or elation, just glad I didn’t cave in and give up. Friday, run 3, I’m coming for you! 🤨