Last night was the first time I did a run in the light for ages. I took advantage by going for a run through the parks, which I remembered from the summer as being a pleasant run. A typical case of your memory having a bias towards only remembering the good aspects of things...
After 4 minutes (in particular, at the top of Meersbrook Park) I felt like my heart was trying to wriggle up through my throat. This in turn caused my breathing to sound like I was in some gas attack or at least lying on my death bed. Oh yeah, and there was a distinct blood-like taste in my mouth!
It's a hard run because it just carries on going up for another 15 minutes after this point so you end up trying to recover going up hill. At the top I wished that someone could put me on a skateboard and roll me back down the road. Though, to be honest, after 5 minutes of running down the road I felt a lot better.
My chest feels delicate today - I must have run particularly hard yesterday. Looking back on it, I do remember thinking when I've done this run in the past, "why am I doing this? - it's horrible."
I have an idea for my 5k course which I'll have look at tomorrow morning.
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