This running lark is insidious. We have all been taken over by something.
At the start of the year I resolved to run three times a week (again). I did - for one week. Then there was bronchitis, then there was snow... yada, yada. Last week I ran three times - hooray! Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays seem to work best, so on Monday this week I opened the curtains and... snow. So no run.
Yesterday there was still some snow left, and it was bitterly cold. Ooh, no, didn't fancy that. But as I was getting ready for my shower, and had all my clothes sorted for the day, I thought, "You could actually fit in a run." And before I knew it, my kit was on and I was out of the door!
Not only that, but after I'd done all the "I can give up at the next junction" business, and was on my way back, I realised that I was actually running more strongly up the North Face of the Eiger (aka a very gentle incline) and my watch said I was slightly ahead of my usual pace. So - could I up the pace for the last few minutes and beat my time? Yes, I could! I really went for it, and shaved a whole minute off my times for last week Okay, so it's only 3.8k in 27 minutes, so I'm slow, but I do feel I'm getting there.
I hope everyone has good runs this week. I feel on top of the world