After a full-on 9 hour working day, with no breaks, I stopped off at my usual Tuesday evening running spot (a small town on my way home where there are streetlights). I was having one of those days where you just feel bloated and uncomfortable, so I had been wondering if tonight would happen at all. I decided to just ignore the discomfort and get on with it.
W4R2 was good, despite the bloaty discomfort. It was hard, I got lost, but was good. I've come to realise that there's a limit to how out of breath I get. I reach a certain point and then it doesn't get any worse. For an asthmatic, that's an unexpected turn of events. On the other hand, as usual, my legs just got heavier and heavier.
Due to my slight navigation error, which resulted in me running in and out of several dimly lit cul-de-sacs, I was far from where I needed to be when Laura said that we'd finished. So, I walked for a minute or two and then started running again. I ended up running a total of 24 minutes rather that the scheduled 16. I'm beginning to believe that this running for 30 minutes malarky might actually be something that I can do!!
We won't mention the speed though, suffice to say if I was going any slower, I'd be going backwards!