Today I ran, it happens.
Today I ran, but was a very long way from feeling... it, whether that 'it' is comfortable, happy with form, happy with whatever part of it. It wasn't there.
The route was hillier than I thought, it was shorter (and very dark) on the return leg than I'd hoped (which I'd amended to avoid unlit paths). I just found my self tired and generally speaking not enjoying.
This was the run, taking me from Trelewis to Treforest via, Abercynon, Pontypridd:
But despite the lack of enthusiasm, it got done, those miles are in the proverbial bag. My thought is and I've thought this before, is there more of a benefit from a tough run than an easy one? I don't mean difficulty as that's obvious, I mean something where you're not running well and have to dig deeper to get it done.
I suppose it could be, I did feel like I was working harder and (possibly thanks to the hills I wasn't expecting) I was heavier legged than I expected to be towards the end...
At the very worst I've learnt something about the level of determination I have, which appears to be pretty decent.
Anyway, as said those miles are in the bag, suppose I'll have to do a recovery run tomorrow too. Gym first though!
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