After a technically successful but very unsatisfactory W5R3, I embarked on week 6 today. I had a busy, stressful day in work and I am usually itching to get out for a run in this situation, whereas today I felt knackered. I should have listened to the voice telling me to have a rest tonight, and enjoyed an evening of paralympics and book reading instead.
However, I felt I owed it to myself to get back on the proverbial horse after my mini strop on Tuesday.
First 5 minutes were horrible, the 3 minute walk was definitely enough to get my breath back but not enough to ease my calf muscles. The next 8 minutes were painful and long. I just lacked energy from start to finish. I wasn't so much running / jogging as shuffling; teeth were gritted and frown was etched on my face for most of it. I absolutely refused to stop though, and was so glad for another 3 minutes of walking. After a good talking to, I geared up for the final 5 minutes and they went better. I distracted myself by trying to name the makes and models of cars before they reached me, and managed to break into an actual run for the final minute.
I'm absolutely exhausted and devoid of positivity so I'm going to listen to my body and something Legion wrote in a recent blog about taking extra rest days when needed. I've decided not to run until Sunday at the earliest, giving myself at least 60-72 hours of rest. Sometimes you just have to admit that something somewhere isn't clicking into place and that it's a marathon, not a sprint to complete this programme.
Happy running everyone and hopefully there will be a bright, shiny new me writing the next blog