It's been about an hour and a half since I returned, and the pain in my chest is only just starting to die down.
I was SO excited to find a nice park to run in (with a 5k route!) while I was staying up North with my boyfriend for the rest of the summer. Literally, the weekend couldn't have gone quick enough I was so desperate to get back out there.
I woke up this morning and headed out, felt ever so invigorated as I started, then realised I was going wayyyy too fast. So I slowed down my pace (or so I thought...) but I just couldn't keep to the steady pace I was used to on the treadmill! My body naturally just kept trying to make me go faster, and by the time I'd run for 20 minutes (including managing 2 steep-ish inclines which I am not used to either) I had to stop. Either that or I was going to drop dead and/or vomit. GUTTED is not the word. I walked for about 4 minutes and started running again until the end of my 30 minutes, but just, agrhghrghrh.
As I was doing my not-quite-so-brisk walk home I could barely take deep breaths because the pain in my chest was ridiculous. I had a look at my stats on my phone and I'd managed 4.57k which is the furthest I've ever done in 30 minutes. My average speed was also 5.6mph (sorry, my units are all over the place, I'm a miles girl really but aiming for the 5k!) My speed on the treadmill was always 5.3mph, so my new average combined with my walking break must have meant I was really REALLY pushing my body without realising it.
Looks like my new aim is to learn how to run outside without Mr. Treadmill doing everything for me. SLOW DOWN KAYLEIGH, SLOW DOWN!
Frustration is slowly fading with the more cups of tea I drink
Thanks for reading if you have done, hope it's managed to make sense haha! x