The weather outside was pretty frightful and I started to think about how difficult the wind could make things for me. Wind (of the meteorological variety) makes me mardy. This isn't just the case when I'm running, I just don't like it, it's unnecessary!
Anyway, I wasn't feeling too bad after Tuesday night's 1 mile warm up, 3 x miles at 8 min mile pace (which we did in under 7), 1 mile cool down. "Steady away" says Bozza as he bezzes off into the distance! I found the first few miles quite pleasant but then I got the stitch (or whatever the hell it was) that I knew I would because I drank a banana smoothie and it was sitting on my chest, sort of in my pectoral muscle. When I reached the magic 6 mile marker it had moved down to just below my rib cage. I was hoping that it would continue to travel down my body and out the bottom of my trainers. Fortunately it did, but not before settling in my stomach causing me to slow down a bit to avoid any unpleasant accidents, if you get my drift?!
The last 5 miles seemed to come in waves. During miles 7 to 9 it felt like someone had put a massive pot (plaster cast) on me leg!!The whole time Bozza was just ahead of me and even when he did slow down we carried on in almost complete silence. That's just the way it goes sometimes. So, for a couple of miles I was dragging my body round and wondering how I was going to make it. I was staring at the pavement, putting one foot in front of the other (they call it running) and trying to keep some sort of rhythm. It occurred to me at this point that it was raining quite heavily, but I can deal with a bit of rain.
After a downhill section, a dog leg and then an uphill section which took us up to 9 miles, I miraculously started to feel alright again! The pain in my foot had gone and I started to pick up the pace. A second wind, this is great for when I get to 20 miles at London and everyone else is flagging, I'll be able to cruise right past 'em won't I? Oh c'mon humour me!
I resisted the urge to chase Bozza down in the last mile and managed to 'Robocop' it i.e. run fast whilst pumping arms like a powerful cyborg up the steep short hill before home. Once inside, I realised just how heavily it had been raining, so my hair had once again morphed into Rod Stewart's and yeah I'd forgotten to take my mascara off!
I'll leave you with this picture of Dorothy, Blanche, Rose & Sophia. Take it away girls! "Thank you for being a friend......" Oh shut up!!!!!
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