After eight days without a run, (really busy week, and I just couldn’t find the time to get out there). I suspected tonight was going to be a tough one.
It was hella tempting to just write this week off as a bad job and start again next week, but with the first 10k of the year creeping up on April 1st, I knew I had to drag myself out and get through it as best I could.
I guess the cold hard statistics don’t look too bad – I’ve done worse paces, and 8 minutes walking out of 40 is okay, but it really did feel like a slog in my legs. The important thing is that I did it though – the fact I considered 8 days to be such a major drought is an indication that I’m getting into a decent place on my training journey.
It’s nice that the nights are getting a bit lighter too, ‘cos I can finish work at 4.30 and get out into daylight – there’s a nice narrow path right along the river which I never do in the dark (one false step, and I’m in the Tyne), which I’m able to rediscover from this time of year.
Next week isn’t likely to be much less busy than this one, but I’m going to aim to get out at least once, but ideally twice. Let’s see how that works out…
Music: Manic Street Preachers – National Treasures