I didn’t do a longish weekend run after all, just the usual 3.5 miler on Saturday before heading off to Loftus Road. Unfortunately I was laid low by a sudden and mysterious attack of drunkenness after the game, which left me… reluctant to run for ten furious miles along the hedgerows of West Berkshire yesterday morning. Oh well. So be it.
Monday is my usual rest day, though perhaps I should have got up and ran, as I missed a long run yesterday. But I didn’t.
Tomorrow morning I will run, but I can’t be sure about Wednesday yet, as there’s another trip to Mecca tomorrow evening to see QPR take on Manchester City in the Carling Cup. As I discovered on Saturday, such a journey contains many hidden and unpredictable perils.
Wish me luck.
