August already 2014

[Charliecat5]

Cripes… that’s 21.7 miles I’ve run this week. Tonight’s 5 miler turned into a 6.6 miler having decided to run up to Blackcap and back which I did at a 9 min/mi average pace, surprising even myself. And whilst I’m showing off my new found prowess, I clocked my fastest mile ever at 7:38 (mainly downhill I have to admit… alright, it was all downhill… and I had a couple of other runners behind me that spurred me into action… but still).

Anyway enough of the self-congratulation… it’s sure to go all wrong again next week. What the god of running deals one week, she takes away the next!

I ran with music again this evening and whilst I am still not clear whether it is a good thing or not, I am sure that The Cult did help power my feet – they certainly did less moaning – or perhaps I just couldn’t hear them. There was also the homemade flapjack which I have discovered is the perfect running food – rather like dwarf bread*; although proper dwarf bread has to be not just baked, but forged (with gravel, of course) and dropped in rivers and dried out, and sat on and left, and looked at every day and then put away again… anyway similar to that, as the thought of actually having to eat it keeps you going for miles.

No running this weekend due to our annual work BBQ so let’s see what Monday brings.

*Terry Pratchett, Discworld novels, in case you were wondering.