Good morning.
Just finished my seventh 30-minute run and I’m still not quite sure what happened...
I was really tired, after hardly any sleep, and I was fearing the worst. But somehow I actually enjoyed it. In fact, I felt great.
Maybe it was the birds (I saw a big white egret flying over), or maybe it was the blue sky and fresh air, but I really did feel different.
It ended up being both my fastest 30 minutes and the longest distance covered in that time, so it has made me feel a lot better about the Parkrun coming up this weekend.
It just shows that running does get easier over the weeks. Never give up!