It was really hard to motivate myself to get out of bed this morning. A gremlin had appeared overnight and was telling me that I was going to get enough exercise by walking the dogs later, which while true? IS NOT THE POINT. I’m trying to get faster dammit 🤨
Finally threw myself out of bed, drank half a large glass of water (I’d drunk a whole glass during the night, when I’d woken up having hot flushes/to take tablets), threw on the running stuff that was ready waiting for me, did bathroom stuff, and left. Thoroughly dogless.
I decided - literally as I ran along the pavement toward one of my regular routes - that I’d run to a local park instead (we all know how much I hate running laps right?) reasoning that even though that meant I’d be running a substantial amount of pavement, and then laps it was at least a change of scenery. Also? Flatter than usual, ergo faster.
I had the park to myself, it’s not one of those parks where people go to run/work out, apart from a very handsome fox, and later a couple of dog walkers. One of whom I startled rather badly when I appeared through the trees, talking to myself - it was a very heartfelt ‘oh thank God’ at the end of the second interval - just as he was letting his dog off.
Managed all the intervals to pace - though it was a struggle - and jogged home slower than I would have liked. But I was still moving faster than a walk, so I will count that as a win.
Tomorrow is a very definite day off.