Unusually for a Thursday, no tennis for me tonight. The pub beckoned but I resisted, so there I was wondering what else I could do productively to fill up some of the evening. A run?
With the Crawley 10K just 3 days away I decided on a crafty 2 miler, just to confirm that last Sunday's effort was no fluke. The problem was that I parked the car at one end of my seafront, knowing full well where the 1 mile turn was. With distance known it soon became a bit of a time-trial, and definitely too fast for the present regime. Still, 2 miles in 19 minutes and a bit of a eyeballs-out sprint at the end. It does I suppose bode well for Sunday.
I don't think I've met up with El G since the infamous Lewes Hamburger Moment so I'm looking forward to that, we may even run together for added poignancy.
I'd like to think that we could.
I parked up at the seafront just after dusk. The sun had set but the western sky was still lit up in a wonderful orangey glow. With no wind, it truly was a stunning evening to run.
Yes folks, I'm back in the saddle and unashamed to admit that I've been away from the joys of running for too long.