It hasn't been a good week in many ways, work, weather and general stuff has stopped me from doing much all week. I've only been running once since Sunday, so last night I made the conscious decision to get out this morning and see if I could do 40 minutes, after all I've already done a couple of 34 minute sessions.
So, turn off Ms Strava's distance prompts, set the countdown timer on my phone for 40 minutes, 5 minute warm up walk, fire up the "sad old goth" playlist on Spotify and off we go.
Quite a few more runners about this morning, probably celebrating my particular area of Leicester's first day out of lockdown! I must be looking the part now, seem to be getting more unsolicited waves from other runners... obviously hydrating well last night helped as I was well into the groove when my tracker buzzed a 10 minute warning. I knew I'd done about a mile, so happy with my pace.
Pretty uneventful other than having to dodge a gaggle of geese (doesn't seem long ago that they were newly hatched chicks!), 30 minute alert goes just as I'm about to turn for the homeward leg, so I decided to do a bit of a loop round the picnic area. Already psyched up for over 5k, the worst that can happen is that I have to walk a bit further at the end...
The alarm on my phone finally goes off, slow down, stop Strava... 6.13k including a PR for 5k! What the actual... must have been going far quicker than I thought I was to clock that distance! Still a bit gobsmacked at that, obviously I'm fitter than I thought, and it kind of makes up for being overtaken by someone a good 10 years older than me... 😁