Run 3 of 8 completed. The last simple run. Next time I'm moving onto intervals, which means running fast for three minutes then not so for four. Or something like that. I'm not sure I can run any faster.
Anyway before I set off this morning I set myself the target of beating last week's times. This isn't a good sign. I was almost enthusiastic. That enthusiasm was soon quenched though.
I had just completed my warm-up and was approaching the controlled traffic crossing. Some people were crossing as I was getting there so I thought I'd wait for the next break - but the cars waited for me! So I felt obliged to run fast(ish). So I started my 'run' proper panting like an idiot.
I always pant a lot at the slightest exertion. I've always been the same - as far back as I've noticed these things anyway. I seem to be more obviously panty than most others doing the same thing. And it's embarrassing. But I told myself today that there was no-one close enough to me to notice so to just get on with it. It was a beautiful morning but the wind was cold and I blame that for taking my breath away and making me worse than usual.
I managed a fairly steady slow jog again for the first half and quite a bit of the second half - after a little rest in the middle - and my first mile was completed 6 seconds faster than I did last week. So that made me happy. My little rest meant that I didn't knock any more time off though.
Oh good grief, listen to me talking like a keen runner.
Oh and it's St David's Day today. On Friday the milkman left us a little gift of daffodils. We wondered why he didn't wait until today but now I realise that by having them on Friday it means they're fully opened for today.P.S. St David is the patron saint of Wales and daffodils are our national flower.