Nonsense, I know. I’m tired. This afternoon, Hector and I went on a round trip of about six hours to go to his friend’s birthday party in North London, where we used to live. It just proves how very far away we have moved. It was lovely to see everyone again, and for Hector to jump around and have some fun with familiar faces, but boy, this party animal thing takes it out of you! This did mean a morning run again, but after breakfast, thank goodness. It was a very French sort of breakfast: coffee, croissant, pointy French bread and a selection of homemade jams. We are getting into practice for April, when Edward and Steven will be heading over to Paris on a little bike ride (I should encourage a blog…).
My run was another errand type run, this time without a running buggy to carry the stuff, but an annoying rucksack bouncing around on my back. Well, I say bouncing around, it was quite still, but made loads of noise, I felt paranoid when passing people and kept putting my hand behind my back to still the din. It was drizzly – or my new favourite word, as seen over on Running Matters, ‘mizzly’ – out there, so not the most lovely of runs, but I did it and got some parcel-collection errands done into the bargain. I apologise to anyone in the Lewisham sorting office this morning, I was a bit sweaty.
On another note, I knitted myself a hat this week and, when I put it on proudly, Edward said: ‘Ooh, I can’t quite place it’. He thought about it for a bit and then said: ‘Badly Drawn Boy!’. Thanks. To get rid of any Badly references, I made a great big pom-pom and sewed it on the top. I don’t think there are many things as pleasurable as making a pom-pom, try it, it’s simply delightful!
Janathon day 22:
Time: 31 minutes 39 seconds
Distance: 3.02 miles
Average Pace: 10.30
Best Pace: 7.47
Tomorrow I am supposed to do a long run, what with marathon training and all. Hmmm, this three-mile minimum I set myself for Janathon (and Juneathon) means I find it hard to go beyond three miles at the moment, so it should be interesting!