August 2015

[Sweder]

The Great British Bake-On

Having bailed on Thursday's hill session (early work appointment) and Saturday's ParkRun (lazing in my pit) I was sorely tempted to dump my planned run today. A later-than-planned evening and a sore back left me floundering way after my scheduled departure time of 7am. By the time I dragged myself through the dressing ritual it was way past 9 and already uncomfortably warm. Suck it up, lazy bones.

I took off to Blackcap, taking the northern arc through the shaded woodland, as much for the dogs as my own comfort. On top of Blackcap we sat and sizzled, dogs panting nineteen-to-the-dozen, me sweating like an IAAF member reading the Sunday Times. I'd like to have gone further but the dogs might have imploded, so home we went, posting a paltry five miles. 

This week has been a step-back week and some. 
Must do better.