Well woke up yesterday morning not wanting to go running. Really not wanting to go out.
But I've had this before and always appreciated the run much more from the other side. So I threw on the gear and hit the road.
Morning was perfect. After way too much rain for the last week it was cloudy but at least it was dry, and practically windless. I ran my usual 5 mile route, down to the coast road and along to the North Bull wooden bridge. It really is beautiful in the morning, you have the full sweep of the bay, and a grand view of any ships going in or out of the port.
First five k were grand, just motoring along. However by 6k I was starting to feel tired. This didn't worry me too much as I was only discussing this with a friend the other day, how on a long run the first 5/6 k can be awful, but once past them you can run for ages. Alas not this day. Shame oh shame I had to walk for a hundred yards at 7k, hr was at 160 which was high for this pace and distance. It came down quick but I still felt really rough.
Got home fairly tired, I'm in worse shape than I thought after the last 2 months of inactivity. Need to man up and start heading out there much more regularly
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