So having struggled since running my 10 miles a few weeks ago and work meaning my time to run has been hugely reduced I decided after a 9k last Sunday that today would be all about how long I could run for, no focus on distance or speed, just time. Ha like it went that smoothly.
1k is all about getting over roads safely out into the countryside. Still slightly overcast so a bit chilly but fine.
2k out past the golf course and Scout camp (no sign of son who's on a survival camp but definitely saw our tarp on a bivvy and it was still standing so had a smile to myself as I ran past).
3k out into countryside proper now and on one of my favourite tracks anywhere (see picture), no people, feel good so just enjoy the scenery.
4k more of the same but decisions on which route to take coming up as I get to local road.
5k decided to run same route as my last 10 mile and see what happens. Means a but of country road lane running for a few K but quiet and views are beautiful. Cloud has burned of now and I have realised that last nights curry and a couple of beers mean I am not really at my best for the temperature rising.
6 and 7k takes me further along the farm track route that you can access by car but they discourage it as you can get quite lost out here. Turn left across the fields (nearly missed the track now all the harvest is in) and finally into the woods.
8,9 and 10k just lovely running in the woods in the shade watching wildlife and listening to the gentle hum of the animals and wind in the trees. Pop out at the end of the wood section not where I planned and saw I'd only done 10k and couldn't understand how I'd done less than last time but a similar route (worked out at home I'd taken a slightly different turn last time in the woods which just took me another 3k). Started to panic and criticise myself for being slow, not being able to get to 10 miles but then gave myself a stern talking to and reminded myself that today was a out just running for as long as I could, no distance worry or time panic....
11 to 14k talking to delivered I decided I would pop into the adjoining wood and run another of my regular routes which would bring me back of the path back past the Scout camp (still no sign of son but smells of sausages being cooked on camp fires). At this point I am starting to hurt, my breathing is fine but my knees are starting to feel it.
Last K and a half homeward stretch and I know I'll make it and be close to a 10 mile. Body check conforms that I probably could run an extra kilometer but I've had enough today so pick up pace a tiny bit and get home.
I'm still undecided on GSR but I now know in my bones I could do it, I just don't know yet if I want to. Did I enjoy today's run? When I wasn't pressuring myself yes I did. Maybe it's making me realise that whilst it's good to push yourself if it stops you loving something then maybe it's time to rethink a bit.