Run 26:35  5.54 km (4:48 / km) +72m 4:30 / km
I only decided I would run at Broxburn at about 9.30pm on Friday night. I had received some really positive blood test results, indicating that my ferritin, haemoglobin and blood cell count were back into the normal range after having munched metal for about 6 weeks now.
Don't get me wrong, it is all still on the lower end of normal, however normal is normal and with such fire in my belly, I knew I had to try it out at the cross country. I had the belief on paper, the actual truth that I was no where near as bad as I had been - consequently racing would be easier. I could push myself harder without the fear of blowing up and feeling like death as I knew it wouldn't be so bad anymore.
The grin on my face was (and still is) so so so so wide.
We decided I'd try one lap. One little 2.8km lap, hanging onto some of the other harie gals... of which I did, successfully. More determined than ever, and running actually feeling easy (!?!?! WHAT), I proceeded past Alex who said "Call it a day now Lydia," running round for a second time. No way did I expect to feel like I did. I felt a bit tired just before 'lung buster hill' for the second time, yet had some different energy to fight the tiredness off and continue on strongly.
I climbed the final hill, snowy Pentlands in all their glory, turning left for a sprint into the finish. The spring in my step is returning, and quicker than I had expected it to. I was so pleased to have been able to finish. I was so pleased to have been able to run full stop. To run and feel like I was moving forward again rather than back. Like each step was not a million miles long but in fact merely a dance across the snow. It means that if I can feel like that off not doing any intervals at all, who knows what I will be capable of soon with more training specific to what I want to do.
Here's to another banging week in the lead up to the Devil's Burdens race in Fife.