Today was week 9 run 1. At the end of each week for the past few weeks, I have done a longer run than the podcast requires, so my most recent run was 48 minutes (in order to - almost - reach 5K). Consequently, today was intended to be a fairly easy, short recovery-type run. (Is that an oxymoron? Who ever thought someone could "recover" by running!?)
A few days ago, my partner J joined me on a normal-length run, and I totally botched it. He is so much faster than me, and I didn't pace myself properly at all. Instead of running the planned 25 minutes, I only managed about 14 before giving up and slinking home. He came out with me again today, partly to cheer me on, and I was a little nervous that I might not stay focused enough.
But everything went great. I finally actually showed him I could run for 30 minutes. Before that, he had only seen me run 8 minutes or less. And I stayed on target for my graduation.
No major accomplishments this run. No crazy improvement in speed, or learning how to fly or anything. But it was a good run, and I never really considered not going just because it looked gloomy out. There was a pack of "proper runners" who passed me a couple times as I was finishing and walking home, and I felt a small kinship with them. Sort of a "that will soon be me" kind of feeling.
I am content with that. "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!"