Nasty Nine..

Our mid-week run this week is up to 9 miles.  Both me and Bozza (my husband) are feeling the effects of Sunday and Mondays runs, so decide on a relatively flat route (practically impossible in West Yorkshire!) It must be about minus 2 out there.  The pavements are still a little bit icy from the weekends snowfall but we're quite glad of it, because it means we can slow down!

Bozza

The miles ticked away really slowly and I was doing that looking at my Garmin constantly thing.  I didn't resort to counting in my head (I save that for when I'm really flagging!)  I realised that my stomach was rumbling but I tried to ignore it.  Everything felt tight, my back was hurting and my legs felt like lead. I  had to really focus tonight. We both started to get a bit delirious at 6 miles and we were giggling hysterically, like you do when you're really tired.  This was zapping my strength even more and when Bozza started his trade mark trumping, my legs nearly gave way!

So we dragged ourselves round the 9 miles but at least we did it smiling......Track tomorrow!

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