Category: Good Days

Weekend round-up

It’s late, but here’s my weekend round-up and summary of last week’s running.

I had a skirmish with some wine on Friday night so Saturday’s run started out painfully slowly, but after 15 minutes the fug cleared and I felt good, maybe even great. Ran 8 miles in an hour dead on, a 7.5 minute mile average.  Buoyed by this success I proceed to clock up a massive zero miles on Sunday. Oops.

At New Year I made a semi-serious promise to myself that my baseline would be 25 miles a week, when not training, and last week’s the first week I haven’t made it – only 17 miles.  Proper training for my next race (Ranelagh Half Marathon on 8 May) doesn’t start until the end of February so I’ve got 4 weeks to get serious.

Six in the Morning

After yesterday’s brush with incontinence, I was quite happy to find today’s run a bit dull in comparison. It was cold, it was dark (even at 7.30 when I got back) and I was half asleep, but I ran six miles without really noticing and it felt good.
 
I stuck to the usual route: to East Finchley and back down Muswell Hill. Mostly uphill for the first 2 miles, then I get to sit back for 3.5 before scaling Mount Doom.  It’s really not a big hill but it gets steeper every morning. There is a particular stretch of pavement which is so full of potholes it’s like negotiating an Alpine pass. One day I’ll break my ankle and then Haringey Council will… not really care.

I’ve eaten a biscuit for every mile I ran this morning. It wasn’t part of a nutritional plan, but maybe it should be? I might try the same thing tomorrow with glasses of wine. Might? Will. Toodlepip.