The Dublin training is going quite well, though I’ve achieved my first missed run of the campaign. This is great news – obedience is a greatly overrated virtue. On Tuesday I was supposed to do 3 miles but a post-birthday semi-hangover kept me from getting up at 5:30 to run.
I did get out for 3 on Wednesday, then yesterday had a sprightly 5 miles along the canal in the late afternoon.
My weekends are beginning to look quite different from previous marathon campaigns. On this Intermediate training, there are two runs to do, and not the one that comes with the Novice schedule. At least the distances at this end of the programme are relatively gentle. I’ve five miles tomorrow and nine on Sunday.
What should I do differently this time? A recurrent theme. So far I’ve decided I need to be fitter and more disciplined this time round. Added to this is a resolution to try to run without disturbing the household routine much. Getting up early and running is the only solution. M isn’t a morning person, which means if I can continue to get up early and run before she’s up, she can’t complain about running dominating the weekend.
Another likely difference this time is fewer website updates. I’m conscious that it’s just not that interesting to read the third time around. At least not on a day-by-day basis.
I’d suspected this for a while, but it was confirmed when I had an email from an old friend, Roger, who politely told me that the running log was getting dull. I’ve not seen Roger for many years, but I always listen to him.
Just as important, I have a bigger writing project on the back burner, and need to put more energy in that direction.
Perhaps I’m all alone in here these days. It feels kind of empty sometimes. Just listen to the echo:
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Hullooo! Hullooo! Hullooo! Hullooo! Hullooo! Hullooo! |
What’s going on here? It’s all Ian Painter’s fault. He’s declared in his running log that he isn’t going to waste any more time reading running websites. He’s says: “I’ve decided to wean myself off most of the running websites that have taken so much of my time in the past… from now on, those visits will be fleeting. After all, I didn’t take up running to read about it.”
Ooo-er! Oh no! Come back Ian, all is…
but he can’t hear me. So here I am, all alone.
Dum-di-dum-di-dum
Da-di-dum-di-da-dum-dum.
Think I’ll try that echo again:
Hullooo!
Hullooo!
Hullooo!
Hullooo!
Hullooo!
Hullooo!
