Yes, that’s right, for the first time since The London Marathon I went out the door and just ran.

I was a bit cross I couldn’t make BMF this morning because of an appointment but told myself it was the perfect opportunity to get running again. I think I’ve maybe not really lost my running mojo but just got out of the habit of running and got lazy because it’s easier to roll along to BMF and not plan anything else.

I was free by 11 ish and almost managed to talk myself into waiting until later to run because it was hot. A glance at the weather forecast showed that it wouldn’t be much cooler until 7 or 8pm by which time I was in danger of wimping out. So I grabbed the letter that needed posting and kicked myself out the door.

To avoid running the same old routes I overdid during marathon training I pootled off to the nearest park and the nearest thing to a trail or a “hill” round here. Not because I was feeling hardcore or anything but for the benefit of some shade under the trees. (Plus it’s all good TR24 training!)

 

It felt like hard going to start.  I’ve got far too used to short fast bursts with a little recovery in between so I stopped to take at least one photograph at the start. It got easier with time as my legs found their rhythm again and I forced myself around for a second small loop of the “hill”.  After 2 miles I was definitely feeling myself again as I made my way home. I enjoyed it too, apart from the heat and a nice blister forming where my sock had fallen down inside my right shoe!

Juneathon day 10.  A RUN!!!!!!

It wasn’t far, it wasn’t fast. I doubt it was pretty, but 3.2 miles run.