I am feeling triumphant. Today I have passed a significant milestone in my running career. I have, in the past six days run a total of twenty and one half miles.
Now that doesn't sound like much (well I suppose it would if I did it in one day. Or two and a half hours) but for me to go out tonight, after work, at twenty past six, is. Much. Could be a false dawn (Lord knows we've had enough of those) but the easy option would be to go home and slonk - and 5 flat miles was in the diary, so 5 flay miles I did.
I was feeling yesterday's accidental 50 miler in my legs so it wasn't speedy by any means, indeed it got positively pedestrian by the time I was running in the pitch black on the road to Carleton (having cunningly left my headtorch in the car), but I felt if not good, just about ok.
I am pleased. So I rewarded myself with oven chips for tea. Which I weighed....
I might grab a short run tomorrow as I'm working from home in the afternoon before going out for curry and football at night. Go Bratfud. And go me.
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