The blogging has dwindled slightly over the past couple of days – I have been very tired. However, the exercise has continued. Again, whilst not as impressive as most, I’ve clocked up 24.4 running miles so far this month. I’ll take that.
I went to my local parkrun this morning at Greenwich, to introduce Andrew to the joys of the free and friendly timed 5k. He ran a pretty good time. I did not. True to form, despite the cold wind and rain outside now, the sun came out and shone down on us runners. Less than a mile in, I was suffering. At the end of the two laps, I wanted to throw up, however I continued and walked / ran the final lap to get round in an all time personal worst of 33:20 – almost 8 minutes slower than my 5K pb.
Running is funny. Sometimes you start and you intend to run a couple of miles but you carry on and run 10. Other weeks you intend to take it slow and easy (like today) and still find it a disaster where everything goes wrong.
I suppose it’s about digging deep when the going gets tough. And on that note, I shall leave you with this quote from Bruce Springsteen, who I am seeing tonight.
Tramps like us, baby we were born to run.