I’ve been really enjoying the thought of running in a thunderstorm this week. After the last couple of weeks of record breaking temperatures in the South East of England, the weather forecast has been promising lots of lovely cool rain to lift the atmosphere again.
Unfortunately, we’ve not had any. At least, not while I’ve been awake. Still, the high temperatures are starting to ease off a bit so this evening’s run was much more comfortable than I thought it would be.
This evening was Week 5 Day 2 of C25K, which meant I had to run two eight minute segments with a five minute walk between them. I felt pretty confident about the eight minutes as I’d already run for eight minutes a couple of weeks ago when I accidentally set my app to the wrong day, but the entire run was so much easier than I thought it would be.
I don’t know if it was the cooler weather, or the fact that I’m getting better at pacing myself, or a combination of the two, but I absolutely loved this evening’s run. Don’t get me wrong, the first eight minutes of running wasn’t easy, and the arrival of the five minute walking segment came as a welcome relief, but after a just couple of minutes of walking, I really wanted to run again.
When I did start to run again, I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Instead of praying for the final minute with every step, or using my soundtrack as rough a guide to how much time I had left, I just focussed on my breathing and tried to keep a steady pace.
Then, when the signal came for the final minute, I pushed myself a little bit harder and tried to run a little bit faster. Nothing crazy. No sprint to the finish line or race to complete exhaustion. I just picked up my feet a little bit more to give myself a slightly longer stride, a bit of a push to see how it felt. And it felt good.
I know I can’t run for thirty minutes the way that I ran for that last sixty seconds (yet), but it was good to give myself that extra little push without overdoing it.
I’m still waiting for that lovely cool downpour of thundery rain, when I can splash through the puddles as I race to get home; but for now, I guess I’ll have to make do with a nice cold shower.
How do you cope with running in the heat? How does the cooler weather affect the way that you feel about your progress? Please share your thoughts in the comments.