I had no inclination at all to run this morning and it wasn’t until I had consumed my huge espresso that I could even countenance it! This lack of inclination, in addition to a chilly wind, meant that the longs came out for the first time since the spring.
The mind is fascinating though, as when I actually started running it was at a far brisker pace than normal… my legs were on good form, only my mind had been in denial!
I took a shorter route rather than push myself too hard and there were several times when I needed to pause for breath or slow down, but each time I got to an uphill I would push against it, almost racing myself (gently) to the top.
Despite the slow bits and the pauses, I managed 6.2 miles in 55 minutes, which is an average speed of 6.77mph… not bad, bearing in mind how little I’ve really been running and that I was running on my own.
Kim and I are planning to do some circuit work this week, so we’ll see what effect it has! Good I hope, as Nick is about to make a reappearance after his rib recuperation and it would be nice to run him ragged for a change!