September 2014

[Charliecat5]

So this is how it goes…

At the end of my last blog for August I mentioned that it had been a good week, but as a consequence, it was sure to go wrong next week. The trouble is my legs somehow got wind of this and were refusing to play ball this evening. The question is, who told them? Given that the only parts of my body involved in posting that piece were my eyes and fingers, it has to be one of them; but of course, none of them is admitting to it.

I’m still in charge (just) so insisted that we went out, but achieving any sort of pace was not happening… I had only climbed to the top of the steps onto Juggs Road when my legs started their moaning about how hard they worked last week, and how therefore they deserve a rest this week. It got worse: half way up to the top of Kingston Ridge I had a full blown rebellion on my hands with a complete refusal to go any further. It was only after pointing out that there was a curry waiting at home and there was only one way to get there, that they reluctantly agreed to carry on.

My feet moaned as well, but they always moan and not even my legs can be bothered to listen to them.

Anyway, 4.8 miles at a fairly sedate pace (9.20 min/mi).