I’m quite often not in the mood to run on an early mid-week morning, but usually the feeling goes within the first mile or so. Not this morning. I forced myself to run and had to cajole myself to keep going virtually every step of the way.
Part of this was that it was foggy and very chilly… such that my hands were cold (even having dug out my winter gloves from the bottom of the drawer) whilst the air in my nostrils was actually painful.
I ran out onto the common and after a warm-up lap, did a further three laps: each with two sides at a normal jog (albeit trying to keep my knees up), one at a faster run and then one stretching out down the final hill. On the last circuit I had to be content to walk the first side on account of being knackered!
The fast side cannot be more than 300m and is slightly uphill and though I try to hold a good pace the whole way, I really don’t understand why this relatively simple task should affect me so badly… I’ll obviously just have to keep going back to see if it passes over time.
I’m having second thoughts on whether the circuit is 900m or only 800m so I’m not sure whether I ran 4.25 miles or 4.5 miles, but the time was 45 minutes… all I could manage today. At least the sun came out when I got back.