Tough run. Midday heat, I'm still feeling a bit sick, and my running form has gone to hell in an F45 handbasket. The run was on the Mt. Ainslie Park Run course—familiar terrain, but nothing feels easy when you're moving like a geriatric giraffe learning to walk for the first time.
The combination of high resistance training volume and minimal recent running is showing up exactly where you'd expect: quad soreness, tight hips, and a gait that probably looked more like aggressive hiking than actual running. Add 27°C direct sun and a light breeze that did absolutely nothing useful, and you've got a recipe for questioning your entire training philosophy.
But the run got done. That's what matters in Week 1. Not pretty, not fast, not comfortable—just done. Form will come back. Fitness will build. The heat will eventually relent (this is Canberra, after all). For now, it's about putting in the work and documenting the reality: some runs feel great, most feel mediocre, and a few feel like this one.