Here I am, a marathon trainee without a marathon. And without any training to do, indeed.
The very best thing about the Hal Higdon training programmes is that they start with a rest day. Tomorrow, and the two days after that, I’ll be getting out at lunchtime for a gentle 3 mile run, but today I am officially recovering from yesterday’s non-existent exertions. It’s my kinda training regime, this.
Even better, getting into the car this morning, I was delighted to feel a slight twinge in my right knee. That could become a splendid excuse if the weather remains this cold.
Had a just-fancy-that email from a fellow QPR fan, Nik Blowfield, this evening, correctly identifying the park/golf-course where I hope to be doing some lunchtime running over the next few weeks. It transpires that this is the very place that Nik does his running too; he’d recognised it from my previous description.
I must warn Nik to watch out for the fearful sight of me trying to get back into the swing of it. It’s bad enough him being a QPR fan at the moment, without having this additional anxiety.
