After a long day at work and a well deserved night off on Monday, I was flying solo on Tuesday. Sam had gone down to her mam and dad's, so I'd lost my wing-(wo)man!
I'd originally planned to have a couple of nights off and do my long midweek run on Wednesday but, for a number of reasons, including wanting to go out or Wednesday night curry club with friend and neighbour, G-Ram, I changed my mind and went out on Tuesday instead!
For the first four miles, I felt like crap. No rhythm, no pace, nothing!
Fortunately, I settled in and ended up quite enjoying it. Another box ticked.
Wednesday was mad busy at work and I didn't get home until seven, so it was just as well I went out on Tuesday.
A change of destination was the order of the day for Thursday, when I joined Sam down in Norfolk at her folks' gaff.
We decided to pop out for a quick three mile recovery run, before a longer eight mile off-road run round the ancient glacial "pingo" ponds on Friday.
It was really nice to be running somewhere different and speeding round the off-road tracks and trails was really good fun, especially when urban, pavement based, running is the usual order of proceedings.
Now, we've got our feet up, we've had spag bol and garlic bread and lots of water and I'm going to watch MOTD before heading up to bed.
Our longest training run awaits us in the morning - all twenty two miles of it. All being well, this will be despatched within three hours and we'll then start the taper down to London!
I'll let you know how we get on.
Mañana bananas x
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