Training run: actual negative splits!
With the week ahead looking like one in which I’ll struggle to find the time for many runs, I headed out tonight around sunset for what I’d hoped would be a long run; somewhere between 7.5 and 10K. I’d intended to explore an area of parkland between Great Park and Fawdon, but when I finally got over there, it was so dark that it was against my better judgement that I went into it at all. My first steps were so full of hesitation that it was no surprise when Google told me the first kilometre had been just under 6 minutes (it's since revised its estimate downwards, mind). By that time, I’d decided to back out of the poorly lit greenery and had just got back into the housing estate where I’d parked the car. And given that I’d already seen some radge bombing around on a noisy, motorised (but not electric) scooter looking like he’d just TWOC’d something, plus another suspicious-looking yoof on a BMX in an underpass, I figured it was probably for the best that I stayed closer to the car...