Don't go running after 5 hours sleep and the morning after a chicken vindaloo!
Today was the last run of any reasonable distance, 8 miles. The flippin' thing was harder than the 13 I did last week! Where's the logic in that?
I suppose I'm guilty (again) of not giving the distance any respect. I started at the bottom of a long shallow incline - and against the wind - to try and mirror the conditions of the opening couple of miles in New York when the start takes runners across the Verrazzano Bridge. Again forgetting everything learnt I blasted off way too fast and was struggling after just 3.5 miles.
Today was tough. Very tough. I did manage to pull through and finish the 8, but it wasn't smooth and effortless as perhaps I was expecting it to be.
Ho hum; not much that can be done about it now apart from bloat out on pasta. I'm actually starting to count down the hours until sometime next Sunday afternoon when I can down my first beer for a month.
