This morning’s run was the hardest run that I have done to date! Which, considering I’ve only been running for 2-3 months, isn’t really saying a lot. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard!
And it was hard.
Well, for two (maybe even three!) reasons:
1. It was hot. Oz Weather (you lying jerk!) told me it was about 26C outside. I’ve been in 26C, and I’ve been in 30C, and I know which one it felt like in the sun!
2. It was windy. Sort of a warm-ish wind that was kind of nice at times, but when it was a strong head-wind almost pushing me backwards wasn’t quite as nice.
(And 3. I did W8D1 for the first time, so I was tacking an extra 3 minutes on the end of the run that I hadn’t done before).
So it wasn’t my most inspiring run. According to the program, it was certainly my slowest (which I had suspected due to the fact that I was being overtaken by ants). And for the second half of it I just wanted to collapse on the ground and mope. But! I didn’t. I finished it and, my God, was I happy when it was over! I took my heart rate (175bpm) and stumbled over to the nearest drinking fountain to drench myself in the couple of mls of water it manage to spurt out every 10 seconds (refreshing!).
In other running news, I have signed up for not one but TWO (2!) 5K races this year. First one is in April at my usual stomping grounds (home advantage!), second one is in July and is my attempt at fundraising (I’ve chosen the Peter Mac centre to support). So now I have goal! Two goals. Three goals, if you count losing weight as a goal. Which I do. So that makes three.
Have been struggling lately at my inability to lose any weight, but that’s something for another day.