Where is my running-nirvana, my steady breath, my joy and the feelings of flying that accompanied me recently?
I thought that, after getting the 5k two days ago, things will be getting easier from now on. Well, NOPE. Actually, quite the contrary.
My legs felt like lead, the steps were heavy and the fatigue creeping in my muscles with every single step reminded me I haven’t slept properly in about a week. There was a fog, a drizzle, and my breath turned into a wheezing, whimpering reminder that I have a long way to go still. I struggled to keep my pace and had to walk a couple of times. At times I felt like swaying. Still, my overall time was faster than last time. How is that possible?
There were puddles, mud and angry bikers disapproving of me crossing their bike path. There were families with small children occupying the whole width of the pavement.
It was so difficult. I hope it gets better, otherwise I am in no way getting to be able to run a 5k in under 30 minutes in February.
I have this urge to get out and run and prove to myself that I can do it again, that it will be better, and I just need another chance. But I know I have to rest now. Another attempt on Saturday.
Distance: 5.2 km