Was so looking forward to this run - I had it in my mind to do it in the evening, as usual given my very early starts to my day, but this was the weekend, I'd been for a meal a few drinks the night before, so evening it would be or so I thought. Waking early, very early (thanks body clock) on Saturday I saw my running shoes looking up at me, I checked outside, it was dry, chilly, light breeze, crisp and sunny... perfect; so off I set.
I was remembering W7R1 a couple of days ago, especially how tough the last 5 - 7 minutes was. Would it be easier this time out? Does it get easier? Is it supposed to get easier?
My mind was throwing up those demons early on, putting doubt in there, because I struggled more than I would have liked last time out; it was a real effort to complete it. Did I want that again? Why put myself through it? I'm my own person, I can decide what I want to do and what I don't want to do! I decided I did and only thought about this run. The next run or W8 did not enter my thinking at all - it was all about this one, I will be doing it again and a day or two anyway. Demons, those pesky demons, at me so soon.
Sister Sledge's We are Family came on, and I thought about this forum, the support, the encouragement that is shared here and how I didn't want to disappoint my fellow C25K'ers, those looking at posts on here for encouragement and the graduates looking back and spurring us/me on. It's peer pressure without the pressure if that makes sense, and it really showed itself today, it really helped, in the last 5 minutes esp. Thank you.
MJ said if you feel good in the last minute, up the pace, I tried, but there was nothing more to give. I felt a little disappointed, I managed a little increase in speed on W7R1, my head was in control, a few demon stragglers still there, (they may always be there) the body felt OK, but I could not bring myself to finish on the high that I (and MJ) wanted, but I finished, that's the important thing, that's the deal here!