Every day’s a school day. This mornings rather painful lesson was three fold. Getting out of the door is still challenge, but with spousal encouragement I managed it.
1. Kicking a hidden immovable object in running shoes while running is both painful and undignified
2. At some point over the last year or so I seem to have morphed, mentally at least, into a runner. Whilst trying to collect myself, reassure the couple I was avoiding that I was ok and pick myself up off the floor, all I could think was that I’d been doing quite nicely but a new 5k PB was now note going to happen.
3. I actually want to run. Whilst I was limping along post sprawl, easing the knots out, I wanted to be running. I started again as soon as I could. Armed with this insight, I noticed the same on each of the subsequent visits from Jeff.
I ended up going further than I think I was planning, as I’d set out with a vague idea of doing a 5k PB attempt without Jeff. After my enforced first visit I sort of picked my route on the fly to stay away from the main roads. It turned out that I incorporated parts of both of my major routes from opposite directions from home, though the river path was very busy (which is mainly why I was briefly in a position to closely examine the path construction!) and is to be avoided, especially on a Sunday morning. The fields were much quieter and I saw a reasonable amount of wildlife.
The run stats then, 10.6k so the furthest I’ve ‘run’ , faster than the last time I covered that sort of distance, though rather more jeffing than I would like. Fastest 1mile and fastest 1k as bonuses.