Rest.
The very word is peaceful. Like the hiss of the steam train at Adlestrop Station.
Rest, I need it. It struck me last night that I’d run 5 days out 6, and with the likelihood of doing my first long run of the campaign tomorrow rather than Saturday, it’s makes sense to take it easy today. It means I won’t be rejoining my tigers again tonight (yeah, I think I’ll call them the Tilehurst Tigers from now on), but will aim to get back there next week.
Yesterday evening, I called in to see the Reading Road Runners again after a long time away. I think I’m going to give up on this club, even though they provide access to a track, and have good facilities. I think they’re just a bit too big for my needs. I turn up to find loads of different groups and activities, but I’ve no idea what the choices are or where I should be. So I end up just padding round the track for an hour in the teeming rain. It did give me the chance to dabble in intervals – or my version of intervals, which I suspect is a slightly different thing. But it seems that if all I get out of it is the chance to use a track, I can probably find somewhere more local to do this. If I was that keen, of course I could ask one of the coaches to point me in the right direction, but I’ve not done that, so perhaps I’m not that keen on the feel of the club. In the meantime, I prefer the thought of the smaller local group. I’ll try them again on Tuesday and get a better idea.
