I was not on great form this morning. I’m still suffering from dull hearing and I absent-mindedly wondered if this was making me feel old, in the same way that psychologists can invoke people to walk more slowly by getting them to talk about the physical effects of ageing. Either way I would have happily not run… especially as it was humid and the forecast was for rain.
I eyed the darkening sky as I supped my espresso and completed a work task and then, despite all of the above, got out for a run.
I’d not even got to the end of the road before it started to drizzle, but it was sufficiently humid that this was actually quite nice Even so, I opted for a tree-covered route… and a short one to boot.
I took my old route out to Wivelsfield, stayed out of the deepening rain by sticking to paths going through West Wood and then came back along the Magical Path. The sound of rain on leaves was really lovely and the flat light made it easier to see through the trees.
According to Strava I ran 5.8 miles in 57 minutes, an average of 6.1 mph… slow, but not as slow as it felt! Though after my 58 second sprint last week, I covered the short end section in more sedate 96 seconds.
One of the benefits of feeling older is being able to confidently get mixed up about stuff. For example, I’ve just realised that it’s less than 10 days to my 15th birthday, which is awesome… I can feel the spring in my step returning already!