One good run…
does not a marathon training program make.
I note that the first run is not the steepest, the second one is now that I know what I know.
This run felt harder, but only just.
Before I put my gear on and as I was putting it on, I’ll admit to thinking ‘this is going to hurt a bit at times’.
The euphoria of newness, the hit of this being new and exciting was still there and enough to smash whatever my mind was throwing up before I set off…
and what my body was speaking to me on the run.
Speaking of which… my breathing, my legs, they are a bit like a toddler who has just found her voice and is super excited to tell you every element of the snail they just saw in the garden.
Naturally I find myself wondering if that will ever get better and in an instant my rose coloured brain answers “Of course it will, you’ll get to a point where it will be easy and you’ll glide along effortlessly like a Kenyan Olympian.”
I do love this part of me most of the time, though I’m not really sure how helpful this view is, even if I can tailor it back to a more realistic Daniel version.
For now, the thought happily spurs me forward with a smile… ish.
And look, I did 12 km!
but wait, there’s more!
While I’m racking up the k’s, I do like to get it all.
I actually threw in a warm up and cool down before the run proper today.
Warm up:
Cool down:
Did you get 15.83 Km’s? Can we call it 16 Km’s? Yeah, ok thanks!
I’m taking it.
I’m stoked, also and especially because Danielle thinks I’m amazing.
2 down, ? to go…
Let’s keep going #whileistillcan
