So after last week’s holiday, I decided to see if any of the hill training had had the desired effect of improving my speed. I was going to run around my usual 5k circuit, but the heavens opened up so I ventured into the garage on the treadmill. Don’t get me wrong, treadmills serve a purpose – they allow you to exercise through all weathers, but I detest them! Against my better judgement, I attempted to do a 5k run – after 4k and probably pushing it a bit too much (I was doing 4 1/2 min/k), I gave up. Then came the hissy fit and the tears – ‘I am never going to be a good runner, I’m never going to get a 25-min 5k’. Having thrown teddy well and truly after of the pram, I gave myself a talking to and reminded myself that running is supposed to be something I enjoy. I don’t enjoy the treadmill! What I do enjoy is pounding the pavements and the trails, and getting out in the fresh air.
By Thursday I’d got my shit together, and decided to try a 10k, given that I was running the Nike We Own the Night 10k run on Saturday it seemed a sensible thing to do.
I’ve never really timed myself properly over 10k, only as a split as part of a longer run where of course you will be running at a much slower pace. In the past I’d done 58 minutes, which compared to my other times over 5k and half marathon is pretty poor. I decided to try and stick to 5 1/2 min/k pace the whole way to aim for around 55-56 mins. My breathing felt good and wasn’t laboured and my legs felt fine. I was chuffed to bits with my time of 55 mins 16 seconds. I know I have more left in the tank too.
After the 10k, I plan on checking my 5k time on the same route and seeing if that has improved at all with my training. I have a sneaking suspicion I can crack the 25 mins after all, but watch this space!