Torn. Proud of myself, *and* horrified
I decided to go out for a run this morning. I was really looking forward to it, and I thought I would *try* and beat the 'wibbley' PB that I got last weekend. But... I opened the front door. I was throwing it down with rain. I went out, anyway. Remember, because of my glasses, I normally avoid going out in the rain. I did it last week, but I *chose* to do that. Today, I didn't choose it. It wasn't raining when I decided to run. But I faced it. I'm quite proud of myself, again. Oh, honestly! Every runner must cope with it raining, of course. But I haven't, until just recently.
So, I am proud of myself, for daring to go out running in the rain, again.
But I am *horrified* at how bad my pace was. I just went up and down a few random streets, it was 2.34 miles, but I took 32:31, so almost 14 minutes a mile. I don't know why it was so bad. Yes, the rain slowed me down (or rather, not being able to see slowed me down!). But, THAT much?
So, proud and horrified.
Post views 75
- See latest blog post