When I woke up this morning, I didn’t think this run would be possible. Eating badly yesterday has made me feel sluggish this morning. I have a headache and I feel really tired.
It’s also -4 outside, and I’d like to stay in bed. Fortunately though, my 2 year old has other ideas and I’m probably not staying in bed again for fifteen years.
My running app keeps pushing me ahead on the programme and I’m doing three running intervals today. I’ll be running 18 minutes overall.
It’s the coldest day I can remember this year, probably because I’ve forgotten anything about the pre-covid world. The paths and tracks aren’t really icy though and after a quick walk I’m as ready as I’m going to be.
The thought of the first bit of running just fills me with dread. I know if I go too fast, it’s all over. It’s so important just to go easy, concentrate on your breathing and not watch the clock. One step at a time.
The first 5 minutes was really tough today, but I recovered fast when it was time to rest. It took no time at all to get my breath back. That was a very welcome surprise, and the best indicator that I’m ok to keep pushing ahead on the programme.
I thought the longer session in the middle would be harder, but by the time I got to the last session I was ready to go faster.
Sometimes, when you think a run is going to be terrible – it just isn’t! Maybe that’s down to all the junk I ate yesterday, plumping up my glycogen stores… (or maybe not)
Cold, but happy.
J
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