This morning I overtook several toddlers, a man with a stick and some really quite fast people with push chairs. I'm not counting the woman running at some speed pushing twins in a buggy because she was going in the other direction.
Maybe because I've had to take a break for 3 days since the last run, but boy this one felt like a slog. I sometimes very roughly map the runs online afterwards - and yes, I managed to cover less distance than in the same time at the end of week 6.
But I noticed in the winter sun that my shadow was stretching out ahead of me - taller, leaner and faster than me. No matter how much I tried I couldn't catch her. By the time I was onto the last stretch she was behind me - and I imagined her pushing me on.
It's amazing how much playing mental games with yourself helps. On a good day I can imagine I'm on some kind of victory stretch on the last bit of the run.
Today I felt more like a grim faced survivor staggering on to the end.