Into Intervals

I can’t bear to talk again about my C word, so I won’t. Please bear in mind that it is still in progress and judge my performance/mood  today in its light.

Day two of the training programme called for 7 miles containing 10 x 1 minute fast, 2 minutes slow. That’s half an hour of intervals but, more importantly, nearly a whole hour’s running before work on a Wednesday. In the rain.

Thankfully the arctic temperatures of yesterday had receded and I was able to run my warm up without resembling the Hunchback of Tufnell Park. I could also wear my regular running gloves rather than the enormous ski-mittens I’m now sporting on extra-cold days. They may be warm, but they look ludicrous.

I can’t say it was good to be running intervals again, but it did make me feel like a ‘proper runner’. You’re no-one until you’ve pelted past a pedestrian at breakneck speed only to have them wander by you moments later, laughing.