I was, according to the schedule I cobbled together, supposed to do 5 miles yesterday. But it was wet and cold and miserable. So I didn’t. Instead, I convinced myself that too many miles too soon would lead me to the same injuries I found last year and found solace in clearing another load of leaves from the garden. I say another; I mean yet another. How many leaves can one autumn produce when they go unchecked throughout it? Lots.
So this morning, with no rain, all I was waiting for was either a) Cathy to go to the gym (hopefully she’ll blog it herself here) or b) the postman to come with many parcels so I didn’t miss him.
And lo! Cathy was getting ready to leave just as postie arrived. Happy days.
So, with a determination to not get lost, I set out toward Shadoxhurst on a 5 mile loop. And it was cold.
The Garmin took ages to get a signal and by 1.5 miles, I was still shivering. Passed my first (of 3) runners around here – I was surprised to see him in a big coat and shorts with bright red legs; I may look hopeless, but his leg colour reminded me exactly why I wear tights.
The rest of the run was very nice. Saw another egg house on a minor back road advertising a dozen for a £1 so i’ll be going there to get a few, I reckon; Cathy’s other gym (not taking new members at new year? What business sense does that show?!) turned out to be housed in a bungalow; the roads are very minor until the last mile, which was surprisingly equipped with a pavement for all but half a mile past Ashford football club and the roof tile place. With the spring, I might even grow to enjoy running around here.
The only failing was my pace. I forgot i’m in a huge training regime and simply ran at a comfortable speed. Which turned out to be a 7.27 average pace. Waaaaaaaay too quick to allow repeat runs as much as I need to. So this will be addressed to ensure April comes with joy, happiness and a 26.2 mile jog achieved with a smile.
