Well Saturday rolled around again and the youngsters' enthusiasm had waned a little. Maybe they'd realised that running is mostly hard work. Anyway, I'm sure they'll be back. So no sense in me trying a solo parkrun, so I bagged an early morning 7.5 miles at easy pace. (Well, early morning by holiday standards - 7.30). Morning doesn't tend to be my favourite time to run - memories of pinging my foot one morning a fortnight before VLM12 still loom large - but this went very well. So much so that, after a rest day, I went out again this morning, this time for 4.5 miles tempo. Again, a very successful outing. My much-heralded new job - all working 4 days complete before taking 2 weeks leave
- will give me a bit more time in the mornings, so maybe this is something I should do more of.
And while I seem to be on an up at the moment, I do really need something to train for, else it will all tail off again all too easily. I briefly thought I could finally get a crack at my hometown half, but it turns out it's on Emma's birthday party day - too much hassle. But I'll try and secure a half marathon entry in the next few weeks, to give me something to aim for.
