Season 2016

[Bierzo Baggie]

Friday

The pool.
40 lengths as usual. Contemplated the similarities between running and swimming. There aren’t many. There is movement and breathing is important and that’s about it.
 
Saturday
Could hear the roar from the kitchen window before I set out. The River Sil had burst its banks. Had to modify my route slightly to get to the bridge but it did mean avoiding the alsation from hell. The sheer volume of murky water  rumbling along like some monstrous conveyer belt was unreal.
It was also the first time I’ve heard ducks on Monte Pajariel.
39 minutes.
 
Tomorrow, the first race of the year, a 7k cross-country which I only found out about this afternoon. Sounds a bit like one of those park-runs.