I set out yesterday to run for an hour in the light drizzle as it would be better temperatures for an explore of the trails around my local park.
I started well at a steady pace, some of the trails had turned into little streams which made me concentrate on my footing a bit more.
Ambling along I looped around a lake I hadnβt been past before and followed a path into the woods just like little red riding hood with no clue where I was.
Next time I checked my watch, I was up to 11K and well and truly lost as the rain π§ bucketed down and I was glad of the shelter the canopy afforded me.
To cut along story short, I eventually found my way back to a path I recognised and returned to my starting point soaked through having run for 2 hours and feeling exhilarated.
I definitely found my endurance pace, and will continue exploring trails as it is improving my core stability.
Half marathon training continues with more confidence now as I was doubting my endurance.
Looking at my path, can you see a dog jumping over a rock?