My first club run of the year. I was consistent. Consistently last. Oh dear. Whenever our coach tells us what we’re doing, I have to ask again, and again because it just doesn’t sink in, so I was slightly disheartened when I realised I had misheard ‘one lap’ as ‘one hundred metres’. So it was a mile warm-up, a mile around the track with a recovery, then two laps, recovery, then six times one lap with recoveries, oh and a warm-down around the park. It was tough, it was tiring and it was hard work always being last. I kept going though, even though I wanted to duck out at around the first recovery stage.
My morning effort involved a fast steppy thing on the steppy thing at the gym and some weights.
I had a quick look at my stats and I seem to have run 17.47 miles in January so far, not bad. I promise to be more Janathon-jolly tomorrow, really.
Well done for sticking with it, you’ll be flying up the pack in no time!
By: travellinghopefully on January 8, 2013
at 10:26 pm
Thanks Cassie, but I know my place at the running club and that’s generally bringing up the rear. It’s a test of grit to get through it and come out of the other side smiling.
By: fitartist on January 9, 2013
at 11:20 am