Yesterday, it was a 6k tempo run... I was not entirely sure what "tempo" meant, but I was fairly sure that it meant that I should be running faster than normal.
I was awake at 6.30am and thought that maybe going for a run first thing would be a good way of getting it out the way, but it was very cold and very dark and so I decided this would be madness, and enjoyed some snooze time. This meant a run at lunch time.... around Canary Wharf. It still seemed awfully cold to be running outside, but when it was pointed out that the weather was only going to deteriorate, I thought I should maybe enjoy the positively tropical November midday sun.
On the helpful advice of Mr Jessop, I set off for Mudchute Park and was surprised at how good my legs felt. Having corrected the errors of my ways from Sunday (in both music and clothes), the heaviness wasn't there in my legs. I ran in time with the music and, with the sun beating down on me, I actually found myself running with a smile on my face. I did get lost, and couldn't remember the suggested loop back to the office, so I turned around and retraced my steps. I ran 5.6k, and recorded my fastest ever 5k time, including the runs I used to do at school (which is remarkable as I am sure I was fitter then than I am now, given I trained for hockey a million times a week and didn't drink).
I am surprised to be honest. The scenery is not quite as picturesque as a run along the Thames, and I was fairly sure I was going to get robbed for my iPhone by a group of hooded youths who did not want to make way for me on the pavement, but I really enjoyed myself.
I am off to Durham today and hope to have a leisurely swim this afternoon and some time in the hotel spa to try and loosen up my legs in time for a Fartlek session tomorrow (which I can fortunately complete on the treadmill).
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