(15-10-2009, 08:56 PM)Seafront Plodder Wrote: Unusually for a Thursday, no tennis for me tonight. The pub beckoned but I resisted, so there I was wondering what else I could do productively to fill up some of the evening. A run?
With the Crawley 10K just 3 days away I decided on a crafty 2 miler, just to confirm that last Sunday's effort was no fluke. The problem was that I parked the car at one end of my seafront, knowing full well where the 1 mile turn was. With distance known it soon became a bit of a time-trial, and definitely too fast for the present regime. Still, 2 miles in 19 minutes and a bit of a eyeballs-out sprint at the end. It does I suppose bode well for Sunday.
I don't think I've met up with El G since the infamous Lewes Hamburger Moment so I'm looking forward to that, we may even run together for added poignancy.
I'd like to think that we could.
I parked up at the seafront just after dusk. The sun had set but the western sky was still lit up in a wonderful orangey glow. With no wind, it truly was a stunning evening to run.
Yes folks, I'm back in the saddle and unashamed to admit that I've been away from the joys of running for too long.
2 miles in 19 minutes?
Well done.
Fortunately, I'd pretty much conceded this one to you in any case. I'm just putting together an RC entry in which I moan about my foot and its impact on my routine, while bringing the news that it's getting better.
Whether I'll get round the 10K is still to be discovered. Regardless of that, I'm still eyeballs-out determined to get you at Brighton. And should that fail? Wa-hey. Almeria. Almeria, here we come. Say your prayers, big fella......
Crawley 10K - err, and stuff
