Run | Number 38

After what felt like a disaster week for running (in reality it wasn't really that bad just my silly legs complaining). I set off on Saturday morning trying to be as optimistic as I could, I had a route in mind but had no idea how far this would be. 

I set out on my usual route and made sure I stayed slow as I really didn't want to burn myself out too quickly. As you can see from my splits I managed to keep this up just about. Where I usually turn back on my route I decided I would push on further, I was feeling good and before I had realised it I had made it up to Ferry Meadows and round a lap of the first lake. I stupidly decided to check my gps and it showed I had already made it to 7 miles. This panicked me, 7 miles is the furthest I've ever been before and I was still quite a few miles away from home. As you can see I slowed down a bit and decided to try a walk/run strategy and it worked. I made it home. I made it to 10 miles and you know what it wasn't that bad. 

It's strange to look at that map and realise how far I've come. Last year when I first tried running I remember going to Ferry Meadows and running around that lake, a full lap was around 1.7 miles and it honestly killed me and felt like the hardest thing I had ever done, so it's strange to think at the weekend I made it there round and back without wanting to collapse. 

I decided it was also be a good idea to walk into town and back and go out on Saturday night in high heels. Come Sunday morning my legs were not my friends, thankfully I had a massage booked in and it couldn't of come at a better time. I'm just about back to normal.