Well contrary to my usual upbeat posts about PR, this one is not going to be one of them, dear VRBs. 😅 It was my worst one yet!
I really should not have bothered. My legs were feeling like limp lengths of rope, I have the very beginnings of a cold and I’m cream crackered after a busy week of all sorts.
Still, in true “nothing will stop me from doing PR” fashion, I found myself and Flossie driving into town. All the while I was thinking .... why? I looked at the clock and saw it was 8:18. One hour from then I knew I’d be regretting my decision.
And yes I was! It was windy - a cold wind - but I was still in just my 50 PR top. I felt warm, but not very, which is unlike me. My rope legs were less effective than rope, and I was practically crawling up the hills. But stubborn daft little me wouldn’t allow myself to walk. Why not?? It would have given me a quicker time, I know. 🤦♀️ Flossie was literally walking next to me. The shame. Come on Flo, I thought, at least trot along! 🐾🐾🐾
So I finished (my different Garmin recorded 4.75k, as oh the faffage at the beginning, I’m not even GOING there). The 4.75k time was slower than the usual 5k, not even counting the starting at the back with dog position. Not good.
I went into Tesco to get some shopping and immediately felt really hot. I’m clearly coming down with something, and I need to know when not to bother running!
So the moral of this tale is ..... if every bone in your body is saying stay in bed, maybe listen! I’m not talking gremlins, those can take a running jump. I know a gremlin when one comes knocking. I’ll step back a bit next week and be nice to myself. 💕
Hope all your PRs/runs were more successful! 🏃♀️🏃♂️🏃♀️🏃♂️🏃♂️