There is a great temptation to leave this to Cliff for a brief comment. Suffice to say that it’s amazing what you can do on a Bank Holiday weekend, even if you do spend the middle day recovering from a run!
It was at this point that I clearly smelt bacon, eggs & fried bread on the wind, but since that really wasn’t possible, I realised that it was my mind’s way of requesting more energy.
I went for a run this morning with Dai & Cliff. The weather was not clement and I ran out of energy way before I got to the end.
At one point I was stunned when the whole ensemble raced inside because of a heavy downpour…
Last weekend I had the good sense not to try to run after a heavy day’s labour in the garden. Yesterday once again saw me working hard on the new, um… shed.
So, a hearty thank you to all the readers of FosterRuns.com and to all those who have commented to boot… you have made both my writing and my running much more enjoyable and I hope that you will stay with me as I run headlong into a second year.
I really admired the way that the only partially sighted Mike just went with the flow, keeping a smile on his face despite the fact that he clearly couldn’t see the dimly lit multiple cambers, tree-roots, stiles, mud, overhanging foliage etc
If cars weren’t generally so quiet, more people would enjoy driving below the speed limit in built-up areas just to imbibe the sound!
I chose not to run this weekend, but I did start to prepare the ground for my new shed so I don’t feel as if I have been slacking.
The trainer this evening was Martin, who introduced himself to me after I had run the 800m warm-up by getting me to do another lap on my own, split into fast, faster and fastest.