Well twelve weeks later I'm running a whole kilometre comfortably. Running more than one kilometre. Running 15k in one session and almost 40 in a week. And now running slow isn't not quite enough any more.
Am I the only one who's this greedy? I got what I wanted but now I want more - just like Oliver Twist. I want more distance. I want more speed. And I want more sessions. More. More. More.
Tuesday's speed session really brought back the desire for speed. I did my usual 3k loop before meeting up with the group and then set about doing a couple of 1k reps. The first rep I kept at a solid, steady 5:20 and it felt easy-ish. I rested till my heart rate dropped then I set out on my second and put a little more oomph into it - 5:05. I had enough time for a third. I didn't feel like I was pushing any harder but when I stopped my watch the number had a 4 in the front. 4:53! I know it's not earth shattering. And I know it'll never get me to the Olympics. But that's where I want to be running. And maybe even a little faster.
I talked to Coach Chris today about coming back onto a program and he was the voice of reason to calm my impatience. We've decided that it'll happen after Gold Coast in early July. And I'll keep doing the speed sessions my way until then. But I'm excited that it's finally going to happen.
I've discovered that my beautiful and supremely intelligent puppy is shallow. I made this discovery when we went for a little walk to his cousin's house yesterday. The walk really is little - just over one and a half kilometres. But it took us about 40 minutes to walk it because, as bright as Toby is, he suffers from puppy ADD.
This event in itself was not proof of his shallowness. That come about a kilometre (and half an hour later). We were trudging slowly along, stopping to sniff at random tussocks of grass and interestingly, aromatic tree trunks when a very attractive young girl with long legs, an athletic posterior and a bouncy pony tail went trotting by us (and for the information of the male members of our squad - I did not give her Chris's business card or invite her along to any of the sessions). Toby took after her like a dog possessed. It's just as well he had an anchor at the end of his lead or he might be sleeping in someone else's house tonight.
And here I was thinking that he'd fallen for me as heavily as I have for him. I think he just loves me for my cupcakes.