This week's runs have swung back and forth like a pendulum. A yin and Yang, good and bad, ease and struggle.The first run was for the graduation club challenge which I posted about. I reran week 6 run 1 and found it difficult.
My next run was for 20 minutes. It was a breeze, a real joy. I finished that run feeling good about myself and my running. It was wonderful.
Today's run - a 35 minute run (longer to make up for the shorter one on Wednesday) has disaster spelt out in giant size Hollywood lettering right from the start.
We have a rescue dog and don't like leaving him on his own, so I had to wait of my wife returning home from work before I could go for a run. It had been ideal conditions all day gloomy with drizzle, but the minute she returns she brought the sun with her. It was baking.
I set off on my warm up walk already feeling doomed. After 5 minutes I began running and within 1 minute my breathing seemed odd, I just couldn't get enough air. I slowed my pace to probably my slowest ever and kept on, fighting all the negative thoughts of just quitting for the day. It was tough and getting to the halfway point didn't feel any better. Usually when I turn back for home I zone out and enjoy it. Not today. But at about 22 minutes I found I had slotted into my usual groove, my pace had increased and my sel belief had grown. I finished the run feeling like I had really achieved something. I had only run about 5.3k, but I was happy enough with that for how hot it was. I really need to become a morning person! It would have been so much cooler. 5pm isn't the best time to be running at the moment.
Feet up now and two days off till I start consolidation week 3 on Monday.
Did I enjoy my run and the suffering that went with it? You bet I did!