Thus far on C25K The Return, I have been running covertly, under the cover of darkness. Despite (wanting to give) the appearance of being down with being a slow runner, I do find myself feeling slightly ridiculous at times. I have parodied my running style to friends and watched them laugh, laughing too, with an inward wince. There is something about donning all the gear, the Lycra, the Garmin, the shoes, the AfterShokz, etc, etc… and then breaking into a… plod, that I haven’t quite resolved.
However, this morning I rolled out of bed and went for a morning run. It’s New Years Eve tonight and I’m being sociable, so the night run isn’t an option. And maybe it’s been helpful posting here again, and realising there are many, many, plodders, out there.
First time round, I knew that 6:1 could be tricksy. This time round, I definitely knew. And guess what? I went too fast. Let’s get some perspective - my knees prevent me from actually going fast, but I was trotting rather than plodding, and I was trotting hard. It was harder going than the 20m run. I reread my old post (and it was 5 years ago, not 3, where does the time go?!) and guess what? I went too fast.
They say the definition of stupidity is repeating the same thing and expecting a different outcome. I prefer to reflect on this differently. I’m really grateful to be able to trot. And for the lessons that running gives.
Happy New Years peeps!