After aborting yesterday’s run at the warmup finish due to Drowned Rat Syndrome, I enjoyed this morning’s 6k in fitful sunshine. Nice to feel I’m finally launching into my slo-mo assault on 10K. 🎉 And the new shoes are now fully christened with residual puddles, wet grass and mud on the paths after yesterday’s deluge. Happily, the moat that often forms at the stream crossing bridge was not there - waiting perhaps for later in the year. 😄
I’ve read a few worried posts on here recently from folks feeling daunted by their slow speed compared to some other runners 😧 So I’ll be upfront here about true Tortoises: when jogging along, I am delighted if my pace per km starts with a 9. And on the odd occasion when that number becomes an 8, I become ecstatic and might spoil it all by going over in a faint. 👏🏼😄 And I am perfectly happy with the way my running is going, 6 months in from C25k graduation.
So really, really Folks, relax into what is right for you. My OH and the son are natural sprinters (and so are some women!), but I am a stamina person, it turns out. I can trundle along for over an hour and be neither tired in the legs nor out of breath. Twenty minutes of speed intervals has me looking for the coffee shop! I do them sometimes, but really... 😧
So don’t feel bad if you’re not a sprinter. Focus on time and build stamina, and Enjoy Your Running. That, after all, is a good thing too! 👍🎉