I’ll preface this entry by saying I am not having an amazing day. I did not feel I had the head space to run today just feeling overwhelmed. Nugget however had other ideas and was adamant we were going out. I decided we would just do the warm up walk, which we did and then I guilted myself into the first 5 minute run. Oh boy did I not enjoy that. I kept telling myself if we got through it we could turn around and go home with a cool down walk. We got to the end, thank goodness walking time! Forgot to update Reece that this was in fact the end point and we would be going home before he told me to run again. I’m now convinced I’ve been brainwashed because when he told me to run my legs automatically started running. Urgh fine, lots of expletives I’ll do this one and then I’ll walk home. My legs obviously had a mind of their own because they led nugget and I up a hill (is 120 paces of incline a hill?*counted on dog walk) I was resolutely cursing all my life choices interrupted by phases I’ve seen cropping up on here e.g. “hills are our friends”-nemesis. Reached the top of hill/hillock/incline (mountain) and euphorically congratulated nugget as we trundled on homeward bound. Reece the sneaky snake slipped in another run and off nugget and my legs went, I kept telling them we were going home but I was carried (felt more like being forcefully manhandled, my brain being resolutely focused on getting back to the safety and comfort of not running) past my house and onward. Got those last 5 mins done against my will and walked home. Nugget looked so blinking smug afterwards. I’m holding out hope that I’m going to get that runner high one of these days but at the moment it’s still just uncomfortable hard work.
Wins today:
Got up that hill which I have admittedly avoided in the past.
Completed the run.
Hit the c25k midpoint