Yesterday I managed another three miles before breakfast, and found them more comfortable than Friday’s. Then this afternoon I did another five, though it became very tough towards the end, and I had to take a couple of breaks. Lack of fitness was certainly a problem, but it was the early afternoon heat that really did me in.
The highlight of my canal-side jaunt was spotting a morose angler wearing a T-shirt shamelessly proclaiming: Born To Fish.
A non-running day tomorrow, but with plenty of spadework on offer in the garden, it won’t be an inactive one. The rest of the week will see a serious training effort. Over the next three weeks I need to run 10 miles at least once, and preferably twice.
Threat of the day. I’ve become unusually interested in the pronouncements of Palestinian spokespersons in recent days. Today’s star threat: We will counterattack as soon as possible the crimes of the Zionist occupation. Our response will be painful and quick.
Quick? Well OK. As long as it’s quick….
