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3 days, 3 very different runs

Monday is traditionally my "long" run, but for a combination of reasons, I just wasn't feeling it so I postponed for the evening. On tuesday evening, I still wasn't really in the mood, but I wasn't going to let myself talk me into missing out another night so I head out and, despite everything, I managed a smidge over 5¾k in 40 mins. It wasn't really the distance or the pace I was looking for. Still, a run is a run.
Run 1 Graph

Thursday, felt much more positive. Nice evening, not too warm. Chose a new route and 80 minutes later, 10½k was in the bag. Might have done it slightly faster if it hadn't been for one 50m stretch that was so overgrown and tangled I had to walk to avoid the risk of turning an ankle or worse. Got home feeling much more upbeat than I had on Monday.

That's the second month in a row that my first run of the month has been a 10k. Do I sense a new tradition brewing?

Run 2 Graph

Today, parkrun. I was on a mission. My previous best was 33:09 and I was determined I was going to go sub 33 minutes. 32 minutes and 46 seconds later, I crossed the finish. My new PB for 5k (although annoyingly Strava still thinks my 33:09 is my best, guess I need to knock another second off again next week and run a couple of more metres to make sure it registers).

Run 3 Graph

So, three very different runs; the second two of them hugely positive, the first one not so much. Total distance run, just under 21.4k; proving you can still have a good week, even if one of your runs doesn't quite go to plan.

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Something wasn't quite right, and as I ground to a halt at around the 2k mark, I figured out what it was; I was bored.

Not bored of running, but just bored in general, with the weather, with my choice of route; the knowing that in 5 minutes I'd be at the fork in the path, five minutes after that I'd be into the woods, another ten minutes ad I'd be at the far end of the village, fifteen minutes later I'd be cresting the hill about to start the long downhill section towards the church. I've done it so many times, I could probably do it blindfolded.

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