I looked back over my last post and realised that whilst my frustration was obvious, my destiny is in my own hands. I think there may have been the hint of a lack of responsibility creeping through which, upon reflection, I didnt like.
So this week, following two rest days on Monday and Tuesday I decided to adopt a much more positive attitude. Afterall, this is week 2. I am no longer a novice, but a lean, mean running machine (AKA Big sweaty jogger).
I have a membership at a gym, about 10 minutes from work so upon clocking off decided to head there to use the changing facilities. I find that if I drive home, by the time I have made the hour + journey that it just wont happen. I changed at the gym, and as I laced up my Nike Pegasus I thought about how humiliating it would be to be beaten once more by Mr Garmin. I wondered if he'd been training secretly in his little plastic case while I had been at work. Non the less, I had a determination I hadn't had the previous session. The programmed session was a 3 mile tempo run. I don't currently know what my tempo pace is, so I left the Garmin set at 10 min miles. I picked a nice flat, straight route with good lighting, and headed off.
By the half way point I'd settled into a decent rhythm and whilst I didn't feel completely comfortable, I did manage to maintain a pretty consistent pace throughout, and helped by the flat route I finally beat the man. I showered, changed and headed home, content that I owned the sick man. I'm still nervous that next week, his 9 minute brother might turn up.
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