Melancholy running.
I use to have a collie dog… I loved that dog. She was called Jess, because that’s a proper collie dog name. I always wished I'd called her Melon tho’ so as to have had a meloncollie dog.
Since Sunday I have run every day including today. And it has been really tough. Made tougher by the fact that I haven’t had a drop of ale since Saturday (cold turkey) and have crashed my calorie intake to get back to a reasonable running weight.
I set out to run three miles tonight… the route chosen because it was flat (well as flat as you get in Lewes - still 70 metres of elevation). I had to rest up twice which meant penalties. 1-minute rest equals an extra 0.1 miles. In the end it turned out to be 4 miles (0.6 of that was penalty miles). But it was slow and I needed to rest. Time on the feet – good. Junk miles – not so good.
Tomorrow is a day off (up early, home late), and then Friday I am going to attempt Blackcap.
On a positive amongst the frustrations, I went running last night with Mrs CC5. We drove and parked at the top of Firle Borstal and then steadily climbed up to Firle Beacon. I ran a little further and did a couple of loops so ended up running 4 miles to her 3. It was lovely to be out together and I was impressed what a good runner she is starting to become. Steady but determined – she doesn’t stop.