It is blowing a gale again, and absolutely hammering down with rain. On to Week 8 I trekked. That’s a 28 minute run, and it’s surprising how much difference 3 minutes make. I started off my run with my Garmin actually syncing pretty quickly for a change. Lately it’s been ridiculously slow, and I can’t work out why. The run, aside from being freezing cold and very wet, went quite well, and I felt reasonable for the majority of it. I remember, 8 weeks ago, on a freezing Friday night, where it was raining harder than it is tonight, I decided to be a bit brave and head out into the night. I enjoyed my first run, and now like looking back at the times since then – I’m now running, unbroken for 28 minutes, covering more than a kilometer more, and have shaved 2 minutes off the average pace.
The final three minutes I struggled with though. I had to get the mental strategies out. I didn’t dust off The Dory (by that point, my pace was so slow, it wouldn’t have worked, speaking Whale would have been more appropriate), but I did have to work lamp post to lamp post.
The end result was 4.66k in 39:56 mins, so an average pace of 8:34 minute ks. I’m pretty pleased with that. 5k is a reachable target (though I suspect I am looking at a time of 43 minutes currently).
Steady on Tub, there is a good chance that you might actually finish a running plan at this rate! What should I do to celebrate?
In other news, I am looking at becoming a Foodie Penpal. I saw the badge on 111lbs’ blog, and then saw that there is a UK version at Rock Salt. I love the idea of this, and I’m hoping that I’ll be in for April. I’m just waiting to hear back.
Finally, M and I have been invited to his cousin’s wedding. I have a dress in mind, but I don’t know if it fits. I am hoping that if it doesn’t, it will shortly. I do feel a new shoes occasion coming on though!