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November
Saturday before last I had a good run in the company of Mr SW and the most junior son. Junior has only been running for a few months and never further than 3.5 miles and I did warn him that I was doing an eight (Mr SW went pale at the thought but carried on anyway.) We plodded along merrily, the youngster far outstripping us for the first three and then "waiting" for us claiming he didn't know the route we were going to take ;-) The tortoises had it sewn up...we pottered along at a steady 10 minute mile-ish pace and I finished feeling very comfortable indeed. The boy was still there at the death but admitted that he could never have run the distance by himself. Mr SW had a sprint finish - show off- but spent the rest of the day on the sofa :-)
No running at all this weekend, the winter vomiting bug struck, Mr SW succombed on Friday so couldn't go to the Jools Holland gig - I took daughter instead. I succombed Saturday night, felt lousy all night and all day Sunday, but have improved sufficiently to return to work this morning - typical.
Still hoping to get round the Stockport 10 miles of hilly hell on 7th December except if it is frosty under foot.
Phew this is hard work !
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