Tell me if you can relate to this. I find it very hard to put into words how I feel about running, but I will try. If you get this, let me know.
Last night was my Jogscotland group. I was lucky to get a one on one session as I was the only one that turned up for the 'slower' group. It was a sticky evening, and I was nervous about going as I had not run all week. I don't know why I get so nervous about going to group but I do. Scared I am forced to walk at some point, worry I will get a dry mouth/lactic acid in calves/need the loo/trip.
The session was tough and I had a mental battle as usual the whole way. But in a perverse way, I was also enjoying it. However, a little hill work was introduced, and it was a main road that went right by my friend's house so I was dreading someone seeing me- perhaps they did.
At the end of the sess, I was so proud of myself. Exhilarated, and excited. Funny- the last 30 seconds of the run were the hardest. I felt so chuffed I never had to walk.
One thing- I ran with a water bottle. As I breathe in and out through my mouth, it gets dry very quickly. I try to do it through the nose, but just cannot, even with practise.
I thought the water would help. It did, but I hated carrying it, even though it was a sports bottle. And I ended up feeling sick at the end.
So, I took the dog for a walk, and then really enjoyed some lasagne for dinner.
Looking forward to getting out Friday again and to hear from you, whether you are in the USA, Canada, Korea, or anywhere!
