Overwhelmed with emotion
I just felt like going for a run with the dog. On the way out my husband joked 'make sure it's a 5km!'
I got out and thought:
Ok Emma, you have not managed to run a 5km since 2012. You have been close, but every time your knee goes or your achilles goes. But what is the harm in trying?
And I fucking smashed it. Well, I did the 5km and only 3 minutes longer than my 2012 time.
I got through the door and cried and my husband was totally baffled. I showed him my phone and he was super proud.
FYI: I am a weightlifter and sprinter - I am not built for long distance running.















