Having delighted in my ability to make it to 35 minutes of running on Thursday, I was hopeful that 30 minutes would be within my grasp today.
Oh how wrong was I!
It was my own fault. I wasn't able to run during the day because hubby was working, had to wait till about 7pm in the hope that my dinner was suitably settled. Started off ok, but by 12 minutes I was huffing and puffing, bit of stitch, legs felt very, very heavy and leaden and there was more shuffling and stumbling than ever before.
It wasn't going well.
Still, kept on hanging in there and despite my pace dropping off I still managed 4.1km in 30 minutes at a new record average pace of 7:19 minutes per km. Hurray! But when I slowed to my walk it took all my willpower to keep my legs moving and to stop myself throwing up. I'm not sure how I wasn't sick or how I got home, but was so relieved to see my front door.
I think what I have learned from this is that I am a morning runner. If I can't get out there between breakfast and lunch then I need to forget it until the next day. That may change once the warm weather kicks in and it's cooler in the evenings, but at the mo that is definitely my way to go.
The 5km I'm aiming for seems a long way away now, I'm hoping the next one will pick me up again x