Today, I can add my contribution to the comparisons of worst runs ever! The first two runs in week 7 came as a bit of a surprise, in a good way. I could actually do it! 25 minutes of running - who'd have thought it? For two days, I managed to trot along at a good pace and found myself thinking about things other than pace, breathing, technique etc. I considered what to make for dinner, drew up a mental shopping list, planned my weekend.......and finished the runs in not too shabby style.
Today - reality check with capital R and C! I never found my stride, never managed to relax into the run and, when Laura announced the half-way mark, was already struggling. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of how awful I would feel if I stopped! For the last five minutes, I must have looked like one of those marathon fun-runners who stagger across the finish line on spagetthi legs, red-faced, snot running out of their noses, gasping for air and only one thought in their heads: "I'm going to die!". Thankfully, there were only a few sheep around to witness this spectacle.
Considering another discussion in recent days, one most certainly aimed only at the female half of the C25K community (I pity any man who's come across it), I think I know the answer to why today was so awful. I've now got 2 days to consider what to do on Monday - continue on to week 8 or chicken out and go back to a week of mixed walks and runs? To date, one of my "rewards" for completing one week has been the downloading of the following week's podcast (I've deliberately downloaded them one at the time for this reason). To download or not to download, that's the question...... For me, the longer runs are certainly proving a bit of a mental challenge. Today was the nearest I've come to those dreaded runs the PE teacher used to make us do at school and which put me off running for the following four decades!