7.377 miles (how did I manage before having a speed and distance monitor?) this morning. Compared with my usual, this is a long run. Felt pretty good too. It was one of those cold-but-sunny mornings that beckons the runner from his bed. I trotted down along the canal for about three miles, then came round the block along the main road towards home. If I’d gone straight home it would have been about 4.5 miles, but I felt able to spread my wings a bit, and tack on most of my early morning run (but in reverse). It felt great to have been out for that distance, and although I was knackered by the end of it, I expected to feel worse.
Perhaps losing a few pounds has helped here. Spain was a triumph, hedonistically, but a bit of a disaster, calorifically speaking. But I seem to have taken up where I left off, and this week has seen about 5 pounds disappear. I’m convinced this makes a difference to the comfort of a run. According to the website I’ve been using, this morning’s run bought me over 900 extra calories today. Heartening to know.
This evening I’ve finished writing up my notes from our trip to northern Spain. There’s not much about running there, but if you’re interested, you’ll find the stuff here.
This week coming is an important one. Two weeks from now is the start of my marathon training. One week from now starts the week of the Christmas parties, however, so I need to ensure that I get a good one in beforehand.
