I haven’t been for so much as a jog in over a week. Tsk.
Last Wednesday I went running with Caroline (workmate and fellow marathon trainer) and Debbie (my boss… Who has done 17 marathons and is super fit) and I think it broke me.
It was pretty tough. Scenic, but muddy. Actually, I quite enjoyed it and I recovered pretty quickly, but I haven’t been running since so I can only assume that watching two people cope ably with running up the side of the Avon gorge while I trip and puff along about 100 metres behind them has cured me of that running bug I was coming down with.
That, or it’s been too cold to think recently, let alone entice me to don some three-quarter length Lycra tights and go outside.
Tomorrow though. Tomorrow I’ll do all the running.