It's not the long runs that do you in...

It's those buggery 30 minute jobs the day after a two hour slog that I find really hard work.
Had a great run on Sunday, 1 hr 40, and felt like I could have gone on if I'd had to.
So when the plan said 30 mins easy for Monday night I thought it would be a doddle, just a quick trot up and down Cranbrook Road, Waitrose and back. But no, it was a fricking nightmare.
My legs were stiff from the night before and I was wearing my new running shoes for the first time which I guess need a little wearing in, so the brisk half hour felt like a half marathon.
I even had to stop half way and walk a bit, which is crazy as I quite happily trotted my way round six or seven miles without pulling up the night before.
I did manage to keep it in perspective and not pull tantrum as I understand the body needs time to recover and all of that so I know I can go at it again at the weekend and hopefully get close to two hours on my feet.
I nearly jacked it in by it's funny how motivating a couple of women runners going past you can be...