Monday and Tuesday I rested. Today I was up before seven to do a 4 miler though it didn’t quite go to plan.
Last night I’d worked out a 2 mile route around the block which I planned to do twice. However the busy stretch of road that I’d chosen to form one of the long sides of the rectangle turned out to be horrendous: no pavement, bumpy grass verge, too close to the traffic roaring past. I still ran it – once – but decided not to attempt the second circuit. Instead I detoured up the canal again for a further 3 miles of total serenity.
This evening I discovered some thought-provoking and rich prose on the subject of running, and of running marathons. I’d come across the name of Austin “Ozzie” Gontang a few times on rec.running but not read anything by him until tonight. Anyone reading this who plans to run in London, or any other marathon, or indeed do any running at all, would do well to visit Ozzie Gontang’s website and do a bit of reflective reading in these long lonesome days of the taper.
