Today is all about our good men. Over on There’s a Six Pack Under Here, Susan found herself the happy recipient of a freshly washed kit, laid out and ready to go. In our house my run was delayed until this evening when the weather had changed from the bright crispness of this morning to the stormy dampness of yesterday; I really didn’t want to. Edward came home after his first day back at work and said: ‘I will bath Hector and make the dinner, you go and run’, we are two very lucky ladies.
It was tough-going and I drifted on autopilot along a regular route of last year’s Janathon, which takes me on a loop around Ladywell, through Crofton Park, touches on Brockley and back to Ladywell. I got a supportive ‘Well done’ from a woman who was going into her nice warm house as I slogged, head down up a hill into the wind and sideways rain. My mind was distracted somewhat by my shadow at this point, squat as it was in the low glow of the yellowy street lights, more Rubenesque than athlete and quite disheartning. I am determined to do something about this, having gradually grown more, erm, cuddly lately, not the look I was going for.
During my run I thought about getting an early night so I can get tomorrow’s run out of the way first thing and avoid having to schlep it out with the commuters in the dark. We’ll see.
Distance: 3.18 miles
Time: 32 minutes 05 seconds
Average Pace: 10.05
Best Pace: 2.52 (ok, this is just silly!)