Have you ever had a run when all of sudden you feel like a
runner, I have, last night! Normally I’m coughing and spluttering, looking
further ahead to see if we’re nearly back yet. But last night something felt
different. We took off on the same route as Thursday (Lynchwood business park),
I sailed up the blue bridge (my arch nemesis or so it seems), and I felt really
proud of myself when I passed the point in my previous run I had given in and
walked. After making our way at a steady pace round the business park I found
myself wanting to give up, I was tired, my legs hurt and I was out of breath.
But my legs kept going, it was as if they ignored my brain and did their own
thing. It wasn’t until 45 minutes in I realised I was still running (well jogging
at a slow pace), but all of a sudden I didn’t feel tired, I didn’t want to stop
and I certainly wasn’t praying to get back quicker. I am assuming this is what
it feels like when you hit the wall, and I’m hoping this means my mental
ability is getting stronger, to push through and just keep going.
Anyway onto the run, I managed 5.38 miles in 1 hour 8
minutes. Meaning I had a pace of 12 min 45 seconds. This may seem really slow,
but the above proves when I slow my pace down I can actually keep going. At the
moment I feel like I’m really making progress which is keeping me motivated.
So far for February I have clocked up 13.09 miles.
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