Ground out another gritty, slushy slog this morning. I'd link to the Runkeeper data but it's one of those Thou Shall Not Pass Until Thou Hast Signed Up sites, so here's a screenshot. This was a loop of Landport Bottom. Turns out I've been covering 3 klicks per circuit, a pleasant surprise. I occasionally go wild and run this in reverse, pounding down that lovely long hill, or, when I've not had my meds, work in a switch-back, running up hill halfway along. It's a smörgasbord of running delight.
More of the same to come. I must say it was good to feel a dull ache in my legs as I pulled on my offies today. Glutes, hammies and quads all complained as I hauled myself ever so slowly up that long drag. The Knee stayed pleasingly silent.
Tonight sees the last big pre-race meeting of the Moyleman Brains Trust. We have an agenda as long as your arm, everything from numbers to marshals to paramedics to walkie talkies to foil blankets and free beer. Oh yes, Harveys have donated a barrell of their finest IPA. Happy days.
