I keep dropping increments of 1:15 off my 5k time. Wtf?? Tonight’s effort came in at 33:55. I’ve never run anywhere near under 34 minutes. It was about as unimaginable to me as never being able to eat chocolate again. Yet somehow I decide running is fun tonight and absolutely cane it, even to the point of fending off a particularly energetic walker’s attempts to overtake me. In plain English: I actually increased my speed at the end of the run in order to beat someone, and succeeded. And hey, he was a damn fast walker, one of those elbow-pumping ass twitchers. You know the ones I’m talking about.
Anyway, so this miraculous event has us wondering if it’s a unicorn destined to only ever happen once, or whether it’s a repeatable feat.
Things that may have helped: I ate lunch at a normal time (noon) rather than my usual (between 1 and 2:30, depending on work); doing a triathlon two days before; our unintentional all-burger diet leading up to the tri; jonno running in front of me rather than beside me and completely ignoring me so that I kind of felt like I was pushing myself to stay with him rather than him pushing me to a faster pace; the psychological mind-fuck that is a Wellington head wind that never turns into a tail wind on the return trip.
Maybe the stars will align again for me…