It’s been a long day (I’ve just called a halt to work now!) but I feel duty bound to report on this morning’s run before I collapse into bed! I have to apologise because it was 16 hours ago and my memory never was that great, but I’ll do my best!
It was a morning where a pair of shorts and a t-shirt would have been appropriate and seeing as how we both had tights and jackets on, running was a little warm. My jacket quickly got rolled up and tied around my waist. It was not dry underfoot though, by any means.
I had received a sharp comment when Nick arrived about the state of my runners… basically they were still caked in mud from, er, every run I’ve done in the last six weeks. It was a delight then to see his pristine white laundered trainers refusing (like a horse) at each new puddle of mud.
And more of a delight still to see them sploshing in when he’d not seen one coming! He must have been confident of taking a still-immaculate pair home with him too as he had to ask for a plastic bag for his bedraggled steeds. Still, there must be hours of pleasure to be gained from laundering them again for next time!
It was hard going for me this morning, despite the above. I kept having to pause, although for a few seconds at a time, to catch my breath.
I’ve realised that I’m now spouting un-adulte-rated (rated for one adult?) drivel so I’m just going to drop in the results (6.4 hard miles in one hour 3 mins: average speed 6.1mph), apologise for not writing / running last week (busy with work) or Sunday (busy with flat) and wish you a jolly good night’s sleep! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz