February has arrived

[marathondan]

Out for a routine suburban 4.5 miler around the block last night in the hope of some late preparation for next weekend’s 10K. I’m sure the benefit will only be mental, but there’s nothing wrong with that. It was raining steadily – I love going out on nights like this, especially Sunday nights in a perverse way, because they’re the kind of nights when all sane people are curled up on the sofa watching telly.

I came in some three minutes outside the usual time – normally a cause for concern, but fiddling with mp3 player and jacket (the rain abated halfway round) probably accounts for half of that. And I’m not used to running with audio; I reckon that without that distraction I would have concentrated on my pace more and shaved off another minute or so.

I’ve been amazed at how few aches I’ve had from last week’s 11-mile four-legger. I suspect my well-being is more to do with missing football than anything else. Still, I intend to be back out there tomorrow night, then one more run Thursday-ish.