October

[Sweder]

Having failed to follow up on the gentle 2 mile plod of Wednesday I decided to chug up the hill to Black Cap with the hounds. No stopwatch, no timers, just an easy 4 to 5 miles at the gentlest of paces.

It felt good. I started cooking up thoughts of pushing the pace, of getting up here 3 to 4 times a week, of getting fitter, stronger, faster than I've ever been before . . .

. . . and then I thought; no. This Autumn I'm going to ease into my running, let the miles creep up on me, keep the stopwatch tucked away for a month or so, and just get the old legs ticking over for a few weeks.

Hearty congratulations to Nigel who ate up the 26.2 at Abingdon today.