Thursday morning was my daughters first day at nursery and after dropping her off, Lee and I had a few hours alone. This almost never happens so in a most romatic gesture Lee propositioned me....to a run.
We set off for a 10k aiming for 9:30 mm. I was feeling confident (perhaps overly so, still on a high from getting my VLM place). The first mile came and went quickly in 9:16. On hearing this time I panicked slightly- this was quick compared my usual first mile pace. Had I set off too quick?! Lee was pacing so I decided to stick with it as best as I could.
I quickly discovered this run was becoming more of a mental battle than anything else having not run 10k for a while- my own fault! For the first few miles I managed to keep my breathing in control and my pace quite steady.
Getting between mile 4 and 5, I started to struggle. I was really forcing myself to keep pace and kept dropping back slightly. It was then that Lee noticed my posture. My shoulders had rounded, I'd hunched over and my breathing had quicked. He told me to straighten up so I put my head back and took some deep breaths with helped open my lungs and got a new surge of energy.
Finishing the run with an 8:51 mile really gave me a boost and I proved to myself I can do more than I thought.
Saying that, the thought of 26.2 miles still remains a daunting prospect. Watch this space!
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