Weekly round-up

Drizzle. Not a word I want to hear, unless it’s followed by ‘extra virgin olive oil’. This morning I ran 7 miles in grey, windy, drizzling rain. My legs were quaking on the hills like an old chair about to collapse and I ran 7 miles in the same time it took me to run 8 yesterday.

On the good side, I made it to 25 miles this week, 25.5 to be precise. I ran 15 of them this weekend, so it wasn’t exactly a well balanced week, but let’s gloss over that. Quantity, not quality, is what I’m aiming for at the moment. Quality begins in a fortnight. Mmm quality street. I need chocs.