For anybody who doesn’t run, this is going to be pretty boring.
It’ll be boring for runners as well but you’ll at least identify with it.
I’ve just had a good solid week of running clocking 50 miles over 6 runs.
For non-runners ‘solid’ means I can hardly walk and might have a touch of a sore throat but I have the mental strength of superman.
Apart from a 7.5 miler on Saturday morning which tested my relationship with the duvet the real test came last night.
Yesterday was a day of October/November driving rain and howling winds. I didn’t get the green light to head out the door until 20:30. As I closed the door I called back that I’d be home within the hour or 18 miles later (2.5 hours).
I stood under the garage waiting for Garmin to find his satellites and ate a crunchie (not a great day of nutrition) and thought that if I’m getting this wet before I’ve started I’ll be back within the hour.
The long and the short of it was I rocked back up home at around 23:15 soaked to the bone having run 18 miles all over the city including knocking out 4 miles of countryside hills (God bless the head torch). This took about 2:30hrs with the slightly longer time being due to piss stops and buying an energy drink at a petrol station.
Anyone who trains long always has one or two of these runs that can be banked and drawn on for the last 10k of a marathon when you start to feel seelf pity.
In un-related news the kids went back to school a week late today. Their school was part of TB scare locally so they go an extra week of holidays while everyone was tested (they were fine – my two).
It was Hannah’s first day of primary school today- I am thinking of selling the photos to Hello magazine but I may just post them here later.