A freak day yesterday of intense heat enveloped the city. It's still spring, yet the temperature rose to 41C making running of course impossible. Luckily it was a rest day anyway, so it hardly mattered. Also in the category of good fortune was the cool change that blew in overnight meaning the temperature was a very pleasant 19C when I headed out for a few more laps of the block at 7:15 this morning.
This was anything but a quiet, sleepy Saturday morning jog however as the main road outside our house was being ripped up and resurfaced, requiring lots of very large and very noisy, not to mention smelly machinery going about their business from 6 a.m. Sleep was therefore impossible anyhow, so on with the running shorts and out the door I ran. A good ten laps later I returned, tired but in better shape than previous outings, so progress is still being made. A good indicator of that is that my last lap was also the fastest, although that also perhaps indicates that I should have run further. But no, I am happy with my modest outing (6.75 km) and slow, steady progress. I'm enjoying it too much to risk it by pushing too far too soon. I've no race goal to speak of, my main concern for now being to return to a decent level of fitness and to get my weight and core strength back to where they were two years or so ago.
Progress without the pressure. That's the name of the game for me just now, and it's suiting me just fine, thank you.
Nooooooooooo!vember
