The long runs aren’t scaring me anymore, not like they used to. I am in a bit of a routine with them.
Today, the SS group met in Hawthorn, on the banks of the yarra. My LR was 22km.
My energy pack – water, jelly beans.
before – lost my garmin. It has disowned me.
The beginning – very sweaty, a bit tight in the hips. I thought “this is gonna be interesting”. I kept on.
After the beginning, I thought: “hey, I need to stop being so hard on myself”.
In the middle – I got a bit off track, and headed off down the CCT rather than the merri creek trail.
Toward the end – it got hot, but I finished strong. Lovely to get a text message from a friend, telling me how proud of me they were!
right throughout: fecking hills. Not really a good stretch of flat to be had.
Pace: 7:30, even including walking breaks. 15 sec per km faster than the last 20km run.
After the run – had a bit of a cry. A few things happening. Just needed to let it all out.
Then I went into the city to see the fabulous Phil and her hubby Tom, visiting from the UK. Always a pleasure to see my girl.
Before I went, I was picking something to wear.
I realised – I am having a fat bum day!
How the fecking hell can I have a fat bum day when I have been for a 22km run! It’s insane!
So next time I need to wear the little wiggle dress and say to the world “here is my curvy bum!” Loudnproud.
Oooh, and the other thing – I realised I had no plans for next Saturday night. This made me really anxious, being at home alone on a Saturday night. Honest injun!
So I thought, fuckit, I am taking myself on a date. I will go to the art gallery, then see an early movie, then have an early dinner then early to bed. Owning my singledom. Hells yeah.