Slept in this morning so I missed park run. Decided to go out at lunchtime instead forgetting how hot it would be. Week 7 has been a real slog and I haven’t felt the love, I have my theories on that which I will explain later. But today I went out for my run on my own again and it was lovely. The 28 minutes felt really comfortable despite choosing a new route that took me up a steep hill just as I entered the last 5 minutes, so hopefully I’ve found my groove again.
As to the reason why I found Week 7 so difficult I think I need advice from the hive mind. For those who haven’t followed my posts I’ve just moved house. My husband and I have been working in different parts of the country for several years now, so I am used to having my own space and quiet time on my own. It’s not unheard of for me to tell him off when he’s on annual leave for not even letting me walk to the end of the road on my own because he wants to be together all the time, it drives me round the twist. When I started this plan I had no difficulty in planning my runs to suit myself, my routes, my pace my timing etc. because I was living up north and he was living down south. However, this week DH and I have been living in the same house. He started a 10k plan the same time I started C25k but has been finding lots of excuses not to go. So being in the same house now he has kind of hijacked my runs, he wants us to run together. On Tuesday the suggestion was that we could run with our dogs, he took our collie who would never have contented herself at my snails pace and I took our spaniel. Said spaniel trotted along quite happily until about the 12 minutes stage then he decided he was bored and would sniff, bimble and generally try to break my neck by tripping me over. Thursday night DH took both dogs with him, but because he was late back from work was in a rush to get out. He determines his run on distance rather than time and runs faster than me, so needless to say he passed me on his run back while I was still running out. I don’t have a problem with that, but rather than carry on and go home he has to keep running backwards and forwards with the dogs to see how far I’ve got and how much longer I need to run. He then tries to have a conversation with me. I don’t want to have a conversation, I’m in the zone and concentrating on my run. Both times I felt rushed and bundled out the house before I was ready then felt under pressure to hurry up and speed up my run or cut my timing short. How can I explain to him that I love him dearly but we don’t have to do everything together and this is something I’m going to have to do on my own unless he wants me smothering him with a pillow next time he snores in bed?