I’m not sure what went wrong this morning. I really struggled at parkrun. For some reason my legs and lungs just wouldn’t work together. I ended up walking more than once.
At one point I was nearly in tears, just past 3k, the point at which I usually feel confident I can keep running to the finish, I was walking and just couldn’t make myself go quicker. I considered giving up. But friendly support from a passing runner kept me going. And I kept telling myself something I read this week:
It is OK to walk…it is always OK to walk
7 Things I Wish I’d Known When I Started Running, Too Fat To Run
So I kept going. And considering I’d walked some of the way I did OK. Official time 35mins 31secs.
You can see where I walked.
So what went wrong?
Maybe jumping from 2 runs last week to 3 runs and gym this week was too much too soon. Certainly there is a lingering cough after the bug I had over Christmas.
Maybe I set off too fast.
Maybe I shouldn’t have run two days in a row.
Maybe I had unrealistic expectations, I got my PB while I was doing a 8k run commute twice a week, could I really better that my second week back after sickness?
Maybe my mind wasn’t in it after a cryptic text from my disabled son just before it started.
Maybe it was just a bad run.
I need to recognise one bad run as just that, one bad run. They happen. What matters is not the speed I went, it’s that I got out and did it at all.
Image from This Girl Can via Pinterest
I shouldn’t let a bad run spoil my day. And I didn’t. It was great to see people, to chat over a cuppa afterwards. I ended up snoozing when I got home, which is probably a sign that I am still more run down than I think I am.
I won’t let a bad run stop me. I’ll let it steer me to increase things a bit more gradually, possibly leave it a week longer before I go back to my run commute. I’ll keep telling myself it’s OK to walk. And I’ll get there.