Not my fastest run, nor my greatest run – but a run is a run is a run.
To be honest, I wasn’t in the best frame of mind going out. I couldn’t find my preferred shorts nor could I find my compression socks and that sort of put me in a bit of a strop before I even started running.
As sods law dictates, as soon as I came back home I laid my hands on them almost straightaway. Arse.
I knew it wasn’t wise to run angry – experience has taught me that – so I walked for five minutes to calm down a bit before setting off. I moved onto C25K Week 4 so it was 3 minutes running, 90 seconds walking, 5 minutes running, 2.5 minutes walking ….. and then a repeat, or something like that anyway.
It went ok, largely, and I ‘completed’ the stage – it was only after that, when I tried to push on, that my head lost the battle with my legs and I decided to stop my watch after 2.5 miles or so. No biggie. It happens and it’s perhaps good that it happens from time to time – when it does I tend to come back stronger next time and for a while after that. All in the name of progress and all that, eh?
There was no great speed during the run, no real power in my legs …. although if you compare the individual km splits to my last two runs then km 1, 3 and 4 were faster. Go figure.
