Printemps at last

[stillwaddler]

A week without a run came to an end yesterday with a quick whizz around the block from work at lunchtime, only 2.8 miles, but it was a start.

The Manchester International Cello Festival had stopped the running; five days of world class concerts, masterclasses etc. form the World's great and the good, including Yo Yo himself. Leaving the house at 9am and returning after midnight - brilliant stuff, Glastonbury without the mud.

However it did interfere with the running, I had good intentions of getting out before breqakfast - ha! No chance.

Out again this lunchtime along the river, amazing how the tress have come into leaf since I started this new route. Alive with birdsong, robin, chaffinch, goldfinch, goldcrest, magpie, blackbird, blackcap, chichaff all wihtin half a mile of the town centre. Pleasant interlude in the middle of the day only slightly marred by the long steep climb on the way back.

Am still commited to do the City of Manchester run next month now I can't do the Great Manchester one, however, feel strangely unmotivated to race, I know that I am getting slower and to be honest I don't think there is much I can do about it, age is definitiely a factor. I rather wish I could take the middle aged woman's wonder drug HRT, but with my family's medical history I can't even think about it. Perhaps they should add a new race category for the woman over 55's not slapping on the patches :-) Sorry boys, I'm sure this is completely irrelevant to any of you.