Saturday rolled around quicker then usual this week, thankyou bank holiday weekend. I had intended to get myself up early and go out for a 6/7 mile run. This didn't happen. I slept through my alarm (first time I think I've ever done this), I'm telling myself this is my body telling me I needed to catch up on sleep. I eventually dragged myself out at 8:30am, and left the house at 8:45am. I decided to change my route as I had done the same one for a few weeks. I started off pretty strong and really enjoyed how cold it was outside. I reached 1 mile and something just went. I couldn't breath properly, my chest hurt and my legs felt like stone. I just couldn't do it. It felt like I had run 5 miles and I had only managed 1.5 miles. I was devestated. I haven't had a bad run in ages and I always feel like it knocks my confidence. I powered through and managed just over 3 miles. I must admit at the end if felt nice to have completed it and not given in and it felt good to feel worn out and know that it was hard.
Oh well, back to Bushfield tonight and hopefully I can have a good run to counteract it.
P.s My final milage total for March was 65.3 miles. Who would of thought that my lazy self could ever manage that.
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