What a day. Up at 6:30 to get out for a final longish run. Only 8 miles, which doesn’t seem like any great feat at this stage of the game. It’s too late now to worry. A week from now I’ll be lining up in Grant Park, sandwiched between Lake Michigan and the forest of skyscrapers that’s the Chicago Loop, wondering what the hell I’ve talked myself into this time.
The Great North Run happened today. Sounds like a dramatic event, and has to be on my list for next year. Ian Painter has a good write-up as always.
Important that I don’t return to the semi-permanent vegetative state that I lived in for a quarter of a century up till the end of last year. The plan is to have a year of half marathons next year, with perhaps another marathon in 2004.
I read the other day of a guy who’s just spent 3 weeks running between all 20-odd English Premiership football grounds. He ran 36 miles a day for the whole three weeks without a break. Erk….
This morning’s run was easy enough. Two circuits of the usual run, with a bit added on at the end, amounting to about 8.5 miles. I took it easy, though I noticed later that I’m running about a minute per mile faster now than I was just before London.
Breakfast, shower, then I drove the 50 miles to Waterloo to work. Still trying to finish off this project before we leave on Friday. I didn’t get out of the office till 10:45 pm. Madness, but at least it gave me the chance to drive through central London late at night, which I’ve not done for years.
It’s my kinda town.
