Run | Number 29

On friday night I had a choice, one which I have to make every week. Do I run saturday or sunday morning? Normally it's a resounding saturday. But this week was different, I had a hair appt at 9am, meaning if I wanted to get 6 miles in before this, including shower and breakfast I would need to be out the door at 7am. Now as a beginner this screams dedication to me, and it also makes me think I might be crazy if I would even consider getting up at 6:45am on a Saturday (earlier then on a weekday may I add) just to get those miles in.

But you know what I did it and it felt great. I headed out at 7am, it was slightly spitting with rain but nice and warm and I just ran and I managed to keep going. I took a few walk breaks as I normally do when I am on my own as I lack motivation. I cut my run slightly shorter then last weeks 7.4 miles as I knew I wouldn't be able to complete it in time, so I managed 6.22 miles and it took me roughly 1:25 minutes. My app had a glitch and says it took me 1:8 minutes (I freaking wish I was that fast).

I rushed in, jumped into the shower, eat a banana and gulped down some dairy free chocolate milk, got dressed and headed out the door in 10 minutes flat.

My Saturday was overly busy and when I saw a friend at 3pm and she asked what I had done that morning it was a nice feeling to state I had ran 6 miles, had a hair cut, had breakfast in town with my parents, had my eyebrows threaded, cleaned my flat from top to bottom oh and made it to Leicster for an afternoon of shopping and tasty food phewwww.

It's a strange feeling when you realise that you start to put running over other priorities in life and get enjoyment from hopping dragging yourself out of bed in the morning to get out there and run.