After a pretty abismal week 6 run 3, I was not looking forward to week 7 run 1. The last run of week 6 I ran when it was getting close to dusk and the route I took saw me needing to cross a road without losing my jogging pace. It was nearly 5pm and the roads were very busy! So I sort of ran forwards and backwards on a little stretch of grass until I could cross. By the time I could cross Laura had told me I had finished. I really wanted to end on a high but it was just disheartening! So I had a busy weekend ahead of me and vowed to go running again Sunday.
Sunday came and went and so did Monday...
I was losing the umph I had for running. I loved the feeling of accomplishing a long distance run but I was scared that my body just could not handle it. I felt like if I gave up then at least I would have chosen that path rather than run and have to stop. That means I would have failed and that was a worser fate to endure.
Nevertheless, I woke Tuesday and put my running gear on. This always consciously tells me that I've bothered to put this on so I have to go for a run. I normally procrastinate for a while (today it was the ironing) and then I set off at 9.20am.
I have to admit i quite enjoyed myself. When my head tells me it wants to stop I ask myself "am I in physical pain?" And the answer is always no. And it just kills that mental barrier. Achievement, especially in exercise, is something I do not associate myself with often but today I was proud of myself.
I ran 4.06km in 25 minutes and the fact I can run 25 minutes means I should be able to run 30 right?