For some reason I always have trouble with the idea of doing any speed work. I’m not sure why really; I always enjoy it when it’s done. I think it’s more just the effort after working all day. The thought of evening runs never do much for me, so my challenge is to get out and do them.
I was supposed to run last night, but the train was cancelled and I had to get the bus and that delayed me getting home. Then it started to rain so that was the final excuse I needed. This evening was fine and dry, warm really at 20 degrees, so I was going.
I wanted something simple, so after half a mile warm-up I just picked up the pace. I ran the second mile in 9 minutes something, which is pretty fast for me: I am definitely not built for speed. But I told myself I could run fast for a mile and a half and just to get on with it. The bullshit that runs around my head sometimes is pathetic.
I was delighted with myself when I got home. Going to run down to see my parents tomorrow ahead of my 13 miles on Saturday morning. No more slacking off.
