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Who knows where the time goes?
Well, me actually, but I always liked the song. The time goes in changing nappies, early morning feeds, bath time and generally trying to keep a smile on baby Blue's face (aswell as his Mum's). It also goes in Christmas, Kings Day, the January sales.
But hey, I'm getting a few kilometers in here and there, usually either late at night or very early in the morning. Last Friday I managed to escape at half past midnight to fit in ten miles. One does receive a few strange looks at two in the morning doing the straetches in front of the Playa Club on the Coruña seafront. Not so many as before though, perhaps people are getting used to me.
I'm in training again, although these last few months I've been trying to escape for a run now and again. I haven't been able to do enough to maintain my fitness so this month I've been trying to get back into some sort of shape. I'm up to around 40km per week but it's a long way to go to get back to where I was in May last year.
Not to worry, it's all part of being a dad. Next weekend will be Viana do Castelo again for me, I have no problem with the distance but let's see if I can reign in my enthusiasm, given that I'm about 10 minutes slower than normal at the moment.
Bierzo Baggie wrote about the Lugo race. There I ran five minutes slower than I would normally, which meant running with a different group of people, here in Galicia one gets to know everyone who runs at the same pace.
good luck to everyone running in Almeria. If I carry on writing here, I'll not have time to go for a run.
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Who knows where the time goes?
