Foster Runs

I feel sure that you know the kind of night that I woke up from… one where your mind has been whirring clunkily and your body seems incapable of settling into a comfortable position… it has become a regular occurrence for me, and almost always on a Monday night.

It’s little comfort that the person who provokes this regular storm in my mind is probably also having a sleepless night. I think that we’re both good at our jobs (although on a Monday night I generally end up reasoning that I’m really not), but we somehow find it impossible to work constructively together… and trust me, it’s not for the want of trying over the last year and a half.

If you are experiencing something analogous to this in your own life, then I send you positive vibes 🙂 Most times it’s worth pushing through the pain in order to find a solution, and we generally grow as humans through the process, irrespective of the outcome.

However, sometimes we need to know when to move on… as the running machine keeps subtly telling me.

My work is about crafting solutions to human problems, so it’s doubly frustrating that I can’t solve my own challenge, but what keeps me going is the belief that relief is just around the corner.

I took a run on the machine this morning (under duress, from the perspective of mind and body) with the aim of getting to that mythical corner a little faster. Of course, you will immediately spot the irony here, given that I’m effectively running on the spot, and thus going nowhere!

Happy running… and keep pushing on through the pain 🙂

Kim was out super-early to a meeting up-country this morning. I remember that my Dad used to regularly drive to Rugby from the south coast, to do a day’s work, before driving home again in the evening. Bizarrely, I suspect that it was probably an easier journey back then, even without the M25 to zoom (?) around.

I had been needing another run, so it seemed like a good opportunity to capitalise on, though I almost had second thoughts to just run on the machine… or relax into a third quadspresso! My mind did at least (sensibly) stop me from setting out in the dark!

Just under 2 miles around the block in just under 20 minutes. The first mile up the hill (66 foot of height gain) at 10.07/mile and the return at 9.35/mile, which I seem to have seen regularly before.

Obviously quite focused as I forgot to take any photos 🙁

I had to drop my car off to the local garage this morning and it seemed like a good idea (at the time) to run home .

It was a lovely early-autumn morning and the people I passed seemed to be happy, which is not bad for a Monday!

2.08 miles in 21 minutes, 10.04/mile.

It seemed like a good idea at the time that I packed my runners for trip to Dubai.

However, I think it might have been better to have got out earlier in the morning to actually use them, before the temperature had risen to 35 degrees. I have great respect for Mister Broom, on all sorts of levels, but not least that he often runs (rather quickly) in the searing heat of Dubai!

By comparison I merely jogged out and down to the marina, then followed the curvy path past the myriad skyscrapers (including the one topped by our two-storey penthouse for the week), before seeking the shade on the beach side… at which point I relented and walked back!

2.76 miles in just under 33 minutes