Thanks, indeed, where there's a will there's a way.
Gradually getting back into some sort of pattern although it’s not entirely pain-free running just yet. Don’t want to tempt fate but through a combination of persistence and sheer bloody mindedness (synonym of “stupidity”?) things seem to be getting better.
January, 70ish kms run. Try to get out on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
One run is usually a short, fast one around the river. There was even a spring in my stride the other day. It has been many months since I last detected a spring. It may have just been a delusionary memory of a spring. No, I’m sure it was a spring.
Another run will be a climb. This is nearly always early on a Friday morning when I meet up with my latest running companion DJ Alberto, the ever-cheerful Morrisey loving quarryman. We run up Monte Pajariel as fast as possible and then walk down again. I will explain this another day.
The third run should be a longer one. This may be part of a run-walk over mountainous or semi-mountainous terrain. This morning’s fare in blustery conditions, involved half an hour’s trail, half an hour climbing and then a hell for leather descent down the desolate Morredero Pass. Here my training partner Wilde Oscar disappeared into the distance but the continuous running even along the road is good for the soul and as long as knees and ankles hold up there will be more to come.
Beer and shepherd’s breadcrumbs in the hunter’s bar afterwards which is the best bit, February going well, the photo says otherwise...
https://photos.app.goo.gl/pfgwTO7HBUgLwUw72
2018 Season: An uphill struggle.
