The night before I had an unusual thought cross my mind. My body was recovered and ready for the upcoming morning jog. This tiny event gave this mornings jog an excited and eerie feel.
A little background first. I’m a terribly slow runner. A lot of that has to probably do with how I breath, or how hard my heart is beating when I’m running. Whatever it is, I’m working on it and it’s been gradually getting better.
I returned to jogging after a bumpy 2018 that ended in a sketchy right knee, fewer jogs and lost gains. Since then, I’ve been gradually building up the distance I run (3, 3, 3.5, 3.5, 4) and the pace. All this and a lot more led up to the elation of today.
This morning I felt stronger and way more ready to push myself. I completed the 5 km at a personal best of 7 mins 42 seconds per km with an average HR of 154 bpm.
Over the next month or so, the focus is to adapt more to greater distances and a decent pace. I’ll run longer and perhaps shave 10 seconds off. I’m also interested in strengthening myself so I might run better. There’s a good chance that I might top out at this pace and focusing on strength might help break out of that ceiling.