Today was the day that I was going to push myself a bit more to get a
faster time. I'd had a stressful week and so wasn't terribly well
hydrated, but yet again I didn't eat anything. It seems the right
solution for me.
It was supposed to be a cold grey day, but the sun was out for the start. I put my layer on for a few minutes only and then left it behind. It was a massive field of 437 runners.
I deliberately took off a bit faster at the start, but on the long straight of the Rye, I started to feel it, so I slowed down. I took it easy up the hills behind the weir, but reminded myself to push again when I could.
Just before the steps, I started to feel a bit of nausea, so I slowed, and took the steps carefully. I walked for a little way uphill, but ran again as soon as the course turned back downhill. I pushed myself as hard as I could for the rest of the course, and felt a lot less comfortable than I'd felt the week before. I had no more nausea, though.
I worked harder in the last kilometre again, but didn't have anything left in the tank to sprint to the finish.
My efforts to push myself were rewarded with a time of 34.36. Yay! I was really happy to have achieved this - almost exactly the increment I was looking to reduce my time by.
Again, I felt like I had life left in me to get up the hill and carry on my day. This fitness thing is coming slowly, but it is coming.
It was supposed to be a cold grey day, but the sun was out for the start. I put my layer on for a few minutes only and then left it behind. It was a massive field of 437 runners.
I deliberately took off a bit faster at the start, but on the long straight of the Rye, I started to feel it, so I slowed down. I took it easy up the hills behind the weir, but reminded myself to push again when I could.
Just before the steps, I started to feel a bit of nausea, so I slowed, and took the steps carefully. I walked for a little way uphill, but ran again as soon as the course turned back downhill. I pushed myself as hard as I could for the rest of the course, and felt a lot less comfortable than I'd felt the week before. I had no more nausea, though.
I worked harder in the last kilometre again, but didn't have anything left in the tank to sprint to the finish.
My efforts to push myself were rewarded with a time of 34.36. Yay! I was really happy to have achieved this - almost exactly the increment I was looking to reduce my time by.
Again, I felt like I had life left in me to get up the hill and carry on my day. This fitness thing is coming slowly, but it is coming.
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