It’s been an odd week. I’ve found this week quite difficult and have severe misgivings about next.
At the moment, the maximum you run in one go it 3 minutes (the joy of intervals). Which doesn’t seem a lot but for a fat old duffer like me is a minor miracle. Anyway, next week, you get shorter walk rests and run in 5 minute stretches which seems like a huge leap.
Anyway, As I knew I was having a busy friday, I did my runs on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday, which meant I went against the programme by not having at least a days rest between runs. Strangely, Thursday’s run was the best one yet. Not only did I complete the programme, but I took a different route that ended a fair distance away from my usual ‘end’. I could have extended the cool down walk, but chose to run instead. And then do the cool down. So I did about 2 minutes extra running. Again, doesn’t sound a lot, but . . . small steps…
Now the weird thing is, because I’m worried about next weeks run, and because I didn’t run on Friday, I got a bit antsy about there being 3 days between the last run of week three and the first of the much tougher week four. So I went for another run this morning. I did the week three workout with one difference. On the last three minute run, I didn’t stop. The timing suggested I managed about 4:15 rather than 3:00 before crapping out, but it’s made the 5 mins seem more achievable.
I still have my reservations, mind you.
I went out at around 7:00am, I usually wait until about 9:15, and as well as being quieter and cooler, you also see things you wouldn’t normally see on a standard weekday. A fox, some beautiful, colourful birds and… a dishevelled Smurf doing the walk of shame….
And the banana and blueberry pancakes with butterscotch syrup on the return home have never tasted sweeter.