The 16 miles did happen, which I suppose is good news, but the way it was done was pretty depressing. Not surprising; I’ve not had a proper run for ten days or so, and even that was a short one.
Buggered about most of the day, but eventually got out at about 4pm. It’s definitely cooling down but there was still enough sun to whip up a good sweat before long. As I had a water belt with me, I decided on the rare step of taking along a radio. Despite reception problems, it was a good move, and helped to keep the boredom at bay.
Being a bit out of condition, I decided to take it easy, and walk for a minute each mile. Inevitably, the minute got stretched a bit as time went on, and after about mile 12 I could barely run at all. I ended up walking most of the last 2 or 3.
I have to be sanguine about this. With so little running recently I need to accept that I’m not going to be able to run 16 miles without trouble. It will take me one or two more to get back into the swing. The problem is time. The race is 5 weeks away today. The next two weeks are supposed to be the peak of effort with the longest distances covered, before the 3-week taper begins. It’s all going wrong. Work is going crazy at the moment, and I’m finding it hard to get the time to do the midweek runs.
Past midnight; I have to get to bed. Tomorrow everything will be wonderful again.
At least QPR won 4-0 away from home this weekend, and the Scots were humiliated in the Faroes. Let’s keep some perspective, eh?
