Finally managed to track down a copy of Runners World magazine in Chipping Sodbury, in a newsagent that should rename itself the Hunting, Shooting, Fishing and Farming Lobby. This area is manic in its desire to chase after things and kill them. I’d better be a bit more cautious on my jaunts around the back lanes, particularly on these dark evenings.
Tonight’s affair passed off without major incident. Barely even minor incident. I saw (eventually, and just in time) a youth ride past on a mountain bike, and I heard an owl – and that was it for my 3 miles.
I spent some of the run mulling over the headline on the front of the magazine I’d bought. “The Marathon Made Easy” was the memorable promise, though the article in question had the more realistic title of “The Long and Winding Road”. Anyway, the piece did nothing to demonstrate that anything about this quest was easy apart from the stuff about the need to refuel with extra carbohydrate. I rather think I should aim to develop some expertise in that area.
The rest of the run was contemplative and unremarkable. Work was fairly stressful today, so it was good to be able to just fling my clothes off and go belting around the countryside for half an hour or so.
