June 2014

[Charliecat5]

I set the alarm for 8am this morning, but when the hour approached, my head still thumped and my mouth felt as though I had eaten my pillow during the night.

At 9am, I was feeling a little better; my wife was no longer in bed, replaced by a small boy who was fast asleep.

At 9.45am the boy had gone so I swung my legs out of bed and got up. Sod the run I thought as I did an impressive impression of a sloth across the bedroom floor and into the bathroom.

9.50am I have checked twitter to discover that Rachel has just completed a fantastic 8.2km distance, Brook is out there training for some new mental long distance run and I know Ferg is out there hammering the Friston trails on his bike. Bugger.

10.00am and I have my running gear on, heading out the door.

5 miles this morning at a sub 9min/mi pace and by the time I got to mile 3 the hangover was a thing of the past (well almost). I ran along flint tracks, up through woods, along race courses, past ripening fields of grain swaying in the wind, along paths overgrown with grasses and nettles.

It's hot! Damn hot! Real hot! Hottest thing is my shorts...