I woke at around 6 this morning and listened to the rain swishing the new gravel drive. As I sank into bed last night I promised myself to get up early and run.
It didn’t happen, but I managed the next best thing. Working locally these days, I was able to wangle myself an extended lunch break – enough time to pop home, get changed, run 4 miles, shower, change back and return to work
without anyone noticing I’d been gone a bit longer than usual.
The run was better than I feared it would be. A break of 13 days and a bout of gluttony is usually enough to ensure a whimpering, bloated, intermittent run-walk of a plod. It was surprisingly non-bad though. Not fast, but no walk breaks.
Less than 10 weeks to go to the Loch Ness marathon, and I’ve still not managed a proper long run.
Oh God.
