Rules are there to be broken. Boundaries are there to be tested. Personal bests are there to be beaten!
Setting a target.
I woke up at 6:30am this morning, bleary eyed, pillow stuck to my face and cold where Wifey had nicked the covers in the night.
I was looking forward to my run, I really enjoy my Saturday morning runs. I am in no rush to get back, I haven’t (normally) got to be anywhere in a hurry. A relaxed run.
I don’t normally set a target on Saturdays, during the week I have set route, it may differ slightly depending on what time I get out of bed, but it’s generally a 5K route.
This morning I knew I wanted to run at least 4 – 5 miles, I had a rough idea of the route, end of the road and back, give or take half a mile or so. Simple.
I stepped outside the back door to be welcomed by a thick sheet of frost and ice laid everywhere. The chill licked at my bare legs ‘bollocks, this is going to be a cold one!’ I thought.
I hit the main road, no cars around, with the sun just peaking his nose over the horizon. At about a mile and a half I there is a right turn bend where I pass a row of houses, and in between fields. The view was spectacular, the colour of the sky was a soft peachy pink, the low sun rays lighting up the misty frost laden fields was breath taking.
I almost stopped and took a picture…but coming up behind me was a lady walking her dog who I had not 2 minutes ago just scared the crap out of as I ran up behind her and over took her. How she never heard me coming I don’t know. I didn’t really want to stick around to get another ear bashing!
At the top of the road I turned left which would take me up to the main roundabout, upto there and home would give me about 4.5 miles.
In the zone
I got to the roundabout and thought I would go a little bit further, trying to do distance / time calculations whilst ignoring the stinging sensation on my legs, I figured a 5-6 miler was on the cards.
Another roundabout and another mile under my belt, I re-calculated and seeing as I was feeling good, I was running at a good pace, I went for the 10K! I went all out for it.
I got to 4 miles and memories of last weeks epic 7.35 mile all time personal best distance sprang to mind. Now you know I am a bit competitive, and I was now daring myself to run further than I did last week, literally talking out loud to myself as I ran, encouraging myself to run and run, I think I even bet myself a tenner that I couldn’t beat it.
Another half a mile up the road, turned right, heading back onto the route I had came on, doubling back on myself now heading home, which was about 2.5 miles away.
I was feeling fantastic, legs were good, breathing was steady, the cold air felt tiptop with each inhale. I was so going to beat the 7.35 miles.
What an acheivement
The music on the iPhone quietened down, the familiar voice of my running assistant lady (she kicks in on the mile, every mile) gave my the time, pace and distance just reached, 7 miles, and I had over half a mile to go.
Pace quickened, arms and legs pumping, flat run in to home.
I stopped the clock at 1h 14 minutes and 24 seconds, with a distance of 7.69 miles. You can see more of it here.
I could of kept going. Seriously I felt so much better than last weeks 7.35 mile run. I don’t know if it was the time of day that I ran, the surface, the weather? Maybe the fact that I hadn’t planned it, I don’t know, but it was a damn sight easier.
I am going to ‘not plan’ an 8 miler for next Saturday.