Last night was a proper run in the dark – pitch-black, no streetlights, darkness. I have mentioned my dislike of running with a head torch before as I fear it makes me look like a bit of a fool, but on Wednesday night, along the Thames Path, it was an absolute necessity.
Slowly but surely, as I take on bigger challenges, vanity gives way to practicality.
I went with an ultra-runner from my workplace.
He recently dropped out of a race at mile 27. We had a discussion about it that morning and we agreed that this is an inevitable consequence of setting yourself proper challenges. To take something on that is actually hard, where there’s a very real chance that you might not actually finish, is great and motivational, but the flip side of that is that you sometimes fail.
I would rather push myself and fail several times in a year than stay in my comfort zone for the rest of my life.
Anyway, needless to say, he is much fitter than me, and so he pushed me to actually train properly. I quite often take a cheeky little break on training runs, slowing down to a really slow jog for a bit, or maybe even a walk.
But there was none of that nonsense with RB3 (running buddy number 3!) He had me doing 8.5/9 minute miles for six miles straight, and told me that I really need to pay more attention to my stats. (I still don’t have a Fitbit or equivalent.)
I did manage to keep up though!
So it seems I probably should be training a bit harder anyway. I thought my legs would hurt the next day but they didn’t. After taking it easy from November onwards, I think I am getting back into the swing of things.