Meant to blog about my surprising 10 mile run last night in the immediate aftermath, but was way to spaced to even look at a keyboard… As ever, Herbert Park, overcast, not too hot so perfect really. Was seriously demotivated before I went out, but luckily Himself was on hand to kick my ass out the door just when I was about to fling myself on the sofa, in a fit of laziness and, because I would have been skipping a run, self-loathing.
But no such skipping took place. As usual, the first two miles were dire, but once I got going I really GOT GOING, which almost never happens. Perhaps it was because I hadn’t been running since Sunday, but initially at least, the run didn’t take as much out of me. Clearly, it got difficult difficult, lemon difficult at the end; but between miles 2 and 6 I’d say I was approaching relative, erm, comfort… My God, I can’t believe I said that!
My time was 01:45:46, which knocks more than 6 mins off my hard earned Adidas 10 mile time in the Phoenix Park two weekends ago. Just shows you how dire the Phoenix Park course is…
By the way, just in case you’re shocked by the slowness of my times, I should point out that I’m more of a tortoise than a hare… I get there in the end, but in fairness, (and breaking with tradition) the hare usually gets there before I do.