I think so. Well, if the reference is toward the weekend, at least.
Yep, it’s Thursday and i’m not in tomorrow. Smucking fart. So tonight’s 3 miles, at a relaxed pace, seemed all the more pleasant. If only it wasn’t my last 3 mile run before I taper in April. And if only my relaxed run hadn’t coincided with two really fast boys making me feel I wanted to up the pace as they sped past. But I was strong. I stayed at a slow pace, enjoyed the sea being miles out, got chilly on the return leg into the wind, but felt my legs were resonably recovered having felt awful this morning.
I’m reasonably confident the 9 miles at the weekend will spring me nicely into next week as the distance steps up again.
If only Mark hadn’t made me jealous of him enjoying 4 and 5 mile runs with no pressure to go silly distances. Ah, well. Hopefully it will indeed all be worth it. And the Stelling Minnis 10k at the end of May isn’t so far away, after all.
So; one mince pie, 8.06 average pace (well, it was flat), early weekend. Done.