When I went out to run just a short time ago, I wasn’t expecting it to be spectacular. (I mean for heaven sakes I forgot to eat lunch again!) I was doing it because I wanted to try out my new trainers and because I hadn’t been running
since the “5k.” I was having a stressful day over a few things (issues w/ my research and something I was hopeful for fell through). Nothing life altering, just annoying.
So I just went with it. I mean how could I not when the sky looks like this?
I have it set up so that I get a time each time I walk/run a kilometer. The first one was 10:30 and I was slightly surprised, but I had been doing down a slight hill, so I didn’t really think anything of it. I was in the shade at that point and it was beautiful and I was just running.
The second kilometer had me at 19 minutes and change into the run. And whenever it told me my pace was in the 9 minute category, I was shocked. I didn’t think I was running *fast* but I felt good. I felt like my stride was not sluggish and dragging like it can be. I felt strong.
I nearly fell over when the third kilometer had me at 8:24 min/kilometer. I’m not a fast runner. (Granted this isn’t fast- but in relation to a week ago when my times were in the 13 and 14 minute range…) I don’t claim to be; never have been and never will be Mo Farah out there in Kelvingrove park. For me this was monumental. I gave a little smile to myself and carried on.
It’s gotta be the new trainers, right? (They felt amazing BTW and no shin splints!!!)
So I ran 3.31 km in 32 minutes where as I ran 3.66 in 36 minutes on Sunday. Had I realised I was that close to beating my time, I’d have kept on!
Today, today I felt like a runner.