...but more of that later.
Occasionally, life does just get in the way of running. On Boxing Day my sister and her clan went skiing to Switzerland for a week. They returned 3 days ago. On the morning they were due to come home, my nephew (age 15) decided to risk a jump he'd been working up the courage to attempt all week. He broke his femur.
The good news, is that if you're going to break your leg, you couldn't do it in a better place than a ski resort. The helicopter was scrambled and he was in x-ray before you could say Hörnligrat!! Various pins and private ambulances later, they came home, complete with accompanying Swiss nurse (male
).
Well my long run last weekend was ruined by their home-coming as the compulsory feast was duly prepared and, well after that it was as much as I could do to waddle around the park with the dog.
My other big problem is that I tend to fit my running around the beer drinking rather than the other way around. Otherwise I could have gone out on Saturday instead but I was dragged, kicking and screaming, down the pub on Friday night.
Well I finally managed to get out tonight and ran for around an hour. It was certainly hat and gloves weather out there, but I never cease to be amazed at the speed at which I warm up, as by the end I was down to just a t-shirt against the biting, icy wind.
I know I have to crank up the runs as the 1/2 I've entered looms closer, if I want to have any chance of putting in a PB. I have run 2 marathons since my last 1/2 which was at Silverstone last year, and I suspect I am not now giving the distance the respect it deserves. *gulp*
..........And the stupid thing I've done? Entered the New York marathon in November this year. Will I
ever learn?
Today I did a stupid thing...
