Not so cold

After more than a week in which I complained about the cold and wimped out on several opportunities to run, I can at last report I ran today. Not only did I run, but I ran quite a bit further than I had intended!

We live on the top of a hill, at the bottom of which is a river and what used to be gravel pits, but is now a series of lakes. Some are used for fishing, others by the sailing club. And round the lakes there are a variety of footpaths, such that I can run in loops to vary the distance but without running miles from home. When I was in training, I used to be able to get to over 10 miles without running the same path twice and without being more than 3 miles from home. I also used to know the distances of each of the various loops and segments, such that I could piece together a run of the required distance. That information has clearly leaked from the brain, as I miscalculated the route by over 20%!

It was still showing frosty in shady spots when we got home from ringing this morning, but I was determined not to have another weekend playing at being a sofa bear. I’d already spent Saturday on the sofa, in front of 2 rugby matches. Which meant I made progress on a baby blanket I’ve been supposed to have been embroidering for over a year now, but it didn’t involve any exercise more taxing that shouting at the TV occasionally and fetching another cup of coffee. So, in changed and out the door before the sofa could exert its gravitational influence and suck me in…

It was fresh out, and the hands certainly took time warming up, but it was quite warm in the sun and not too windy out. Lovely blue skies, and the river and lakes were showing very blue in the sun. Except where they were showing frozen, leaving the seagulls looking most bemused and standing on the ice. The ground was a similar mixture. In some places it was still crispy underfoot with the frost, in others is was just very very wet and squelchy. Being on clay,a lot of the paths just tun to a fine sludge when they are wet and it retains the water so you have puddles on top of a layer of mud. I remember why I don’t own any running socks that stay very white…

Plan was to run down the hill, round past the sailing club, then cross the river and take the far side of the nature reserve, before crossing back over the river and coming back down the railway path before heading back up the hill home. About 5 miles, said my mental arithmetic. That would be over 6, in fact. oops. The idea was to run 10 minute periods, which I mostly maintained. The walk intervals were augmented by walking to get over stiles, through kissing gates and crossing bridges. The muddy conditions meant that all the bridges were very slick, as were the steps up and off them. There’s no point going base over apex by trying to run on a poor footing – that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. What with the effort of running through a significant amount of mud, the run sections may have been kept to about 10 minutes, but the walks did tend to increase over the 1 minute. But as a first run of this duration or distance, I think 6.07 (at least half off road) miles taking less than 90 minutes is reasonable. It was lovely out once I’d got myself out there and warmed up. Must plug in some more willpower and go for a run more often…

Janathon round up

Janathon summary

I think at best I could mark my Janathon effort a B minus. Good start, but could certainly do better. However, it certainly got me doing more exercise than I would otherwise have done for the first month of the year. I sort of scraped over the bare minimum of exercise for 23 days. I’ve never exercised for 23 consecutive days, so that’s a positive. But having fallen off the streak, I completely fell off the streak. In part that may well be due to the January squats, pressups & situps challenge having got to a timeconsuming and somewhat arduous level. In which case I just gave up rather than try and catch up. Now that is typical.

Take this weekend as a case in point. I should have run Friday, but it was really cold and we had snow, so I stayed in and worked all day, safely tucked up next to my radiator. In fairness I was shattered and promptly ran out of steam in the middle of ringing Friday evening, when I found myself yawning all through a touch of Stedman Cinques. Saturday I could have run, but again, had a fit of the really don’t want to be cold and can’t be arseds. Sunday morning we rang, then went shopping. Home and lunch meant it was an afternoon outing, if at all, but the sofa and a book seemed far more attractive than a run in a freezing cold wind.

I keep hoping that the weather and lighter evenings will mean that my desire to get out and run will be met more often and less easily put off. Janathon was interesting and I certainly enjoyed reading some of the blogs and exploits of the more committed participants, but ended up being rather so-so on my part. Could do better – should do better. Time to get myself in gear again.

It’s as cold as ice

Janathon day 20

When I went out this morning, the car told me the temperature was -4C. It was frosty and a bit slippy and the heating in the car got whacked up to full. By the time I came home this evening the temperature had clambered to a whole balmy 1C, but I was not upset that it was the local monthly 8 bell practice tonight and I wasn’t able to squeeze the time to¬† go for a run. Oh shucks. So you’ll have to count some ringing as exercise (take my word for it, it certainly counts) and today’s challenge exercises of 145 squats, 25 pressups and 80 situps. Run scheduled for tomorrow night – weather permitting, there’s a forecast for the white stuff tomorrow…

Not happy

Janathon day 13

Thirteen might be unlucky for some. It certainly was unlucky for my planned run tonight. I ended up getting home late, having been to see the medical profession after work. That didn’t make me feel much better. I’ve had a stiff neck & unhappy shoulder for about a month now. Initially I thought I’d slept funny, but when it didn’t go away, I figured that t probably wasn’t as simple as that. Seems that while the problem is more in my shoulder and upper arm, the origin is in my neck. “Wear and Tear” was the verdict. Lovely. That sounds to me like old age kicking in. Humph. Not happy (1)

I did debate still going out for a urn, but it was very dark, the temperature had dropped significantly in the afternoon and it was raining with a hint of sleet, so I’m, afraid the cold and the dark put me off heading out for a run. That and the head cold that’s been on the brew all day. At the moment it’s a headache and sore throat, but it has that threatening aspect. Sounds like another cold on the way. Humph. Not happy (2).

Despite of that double humph, I didn’t just throw in the towel. Instead of curling up on the sofa with a box of chocolates and crap TV, which I was highly tempted by, I did at least do something. A good 30 minutes on the Wii was followed by the challenge exercise for the day. 115 squats, 19 pressups and 56 situps mean that I don’t feel like I’ve shirked the exercise and can report another day of Janathon done. Doesn’t mean I’m happy though. ūüė¶

Je suis Charlie

Janathon day 11

Today was a fabulous day to be out running. Cool out with a stiff cold breeze, but the sun was shining and the skies were clear. I opted for a long sleeved shirt and my gillet, not because it was cold as much as the gillet offers more wind resistance than a second shirt does. It wasn’t just me that thought today was a good day to be out and about either, the tally of active people included 2 runners (one who waved cheerily from the other side of the road and second who was running on the wrong side, but took the advice that she swop sides to face oncoming traffic in very good part), 4 bunches of cyclists (I’m sure the collective noun for cyclists isn’t bunch, but I’m struggling to think what it might be!), a pair and 3 lone peddlers. Not just me being a nutter out in the open then.

After Friday’s rediscovery that running off tarmac is not quite the same as the on tarmac stuff, I decided that today would be a good day to extend the distance I covered. So once I got to the pylon, I turned right to follow the footpath into the next village, this means I run more of a P shaped loop, rejoining my longer out and back route at the manor house. The extended distance is all to the good, but the thing that makes it a really good workout is that it’s off road. Depending on the season, this route can be of varying quality underfoot, as it is a mixture of paths across or round fields and unsurfaced farm tracks. Today it appears that it’s not been long since the top field was ploughed as there was no obvious path across the furrows. It meant that the soil was fairly loose and the recent rain meant it was quite damp. An ideal combination for most of the field to decided to stick to my shoes! So not only are you trying to make progress across something quite uneven and yielding, but you’re doing so with feet that weigh three times as much as usual. My shoes have big cut outs in the heels, I assume for lightness or cushioning. The downside of these being that they soon fill with mud and I end up running with what feels like half the shire attached to my feet. Like I need any further handicaps… But it’s good for the balance, the core gets a good work out, it’s kinder on the joints and is just kind of fun (in a mildly masochistic kind of way). Pretty much stuck to the 5 minutes run with 1 minute walk intervals, so that’s good, especially as this is the furthest I have run since May 2012! The extended loop took me to 4.08 miles and I covered that in less than 54 minutes.

In a departure from my usual style, I would like to associate my run with the Unity Run for Libert√©, Egalit√© and Fraternit√©. I don’t know what comfort it brings to the families of those who have been killed in the terrible events in France last week, however I am fully behind the notion that freedom of speech and the freedom of the press is important enough to stand up for. I have never read the satirical magazine Charlie Hedbo, in fact a lot of satire leaves me feeling mildly uncomfortable; it can be cruel, the sensation that you’re laughing at someone , not laughing with them. Although I can appreciate that a lot of the targets of satire need to be laughed at, otherwise you’d cry or despair over them; I don’t have to like it to see that it has its place in society.

The assumption has to be that the attack on the office of the magazine was a result of the magazine’s decision to print some cartoons that depicted Mohammed in a less than favourable light. You don’t have to like or agree with the cartoons, in the same way that I don’t have to like or agree with everything you say. I don’t believe any person can deny the right of an individual to hold and express an opinion. And individual freedoms are only going to be present and protected when the press is free to comment, report and criticise whoever and whatever it deems appropriate. There can be no sacred cows. The down side of freedom of the press is that we also have to extend that freedom to the Sun and the Star, but, to paraphrase from a Toby Ziegler speech in the West Wing, “That the Star can publish what it likes is the only way I know that the Times/Telegraph/Guardian can publish what it likes as well”. Freedom of the press mirrors personal freedom of expression, one will fall without the other and to suppress either results in restrictions that are unacceptable.

The side effect of a freedom of expression is that every one else also has the right to express the opinion. With the right comes the responsibility to accept that there are a myriad of views that can be expressed. I have no more right to suppress your opinion, should I disagree with it, than you have to suppress mine. What you say may well offend me, but I have no right to suppress what offends me simply because it offends me. With the right of freedom of expression comes a responsibility to accept that we can and will be offended. Get used to it, it’s part of being an adult in a functioning society. There is a famous misquote by Voltaire that sums this up.

“I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”

That is a summary of Voltaire’s views on freedom of expression, it’s not from Voltaire himself. What was actually written in Voltaire‚Äôs Essay on Tolerance was “Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so too”. But that lacks the panache, the hyperbole, the dramatic flourish of the misquote. I think that for most people within the Western world, that has become part of our expectation. It hasn’t always been the case, as this Viewpoint article from the BBC explains. We’ve come a long way in a few hundred years, but that’s not to say that the freedoms we currently enjoy are universally acknowledged, welcomed or even considered rights at all.

What we are certainly not accustomed to is the idea that to express an opinion leads to physical consequences. That someone could take such offence that they would resort to violence is outside our realm of common experience. To hit out at a view in the heat of the moment is possibly more understandable than the concept that the terrorists concerned could plan and execute their act of revenge in response to the publication of something they found offensive. I’m sure lots of people may have found those publication offensive to various levels. Including the first person to be shot a policeman who was a muslim. Was he offended by the cartoons? Would he prefer they were not published? We’ll possibly not know, but he died doing his duty first and foremost. The appropriate response to something we disapprove of is not violence, it is to produce a rebuttal, to respond so as to show the thrust of the publication to be foolish. Gunning down 12 people and causing the deaths of 4 more is not an appropriate response. The pen is mightier than the sword, goes the saying.

The pen is mightier than the sword

The pen is mightier than the sword

That might not be true in the short term – the gun certainly trumped the pen in the case of those killed. In the long term the case is less clear cut; the magazine Charlie Hebdo is being published this week from temporary offices and the cartoon community has responded with a series of cartoons – they are not suppressed by the threat of the gun. In a few months the name of the magazine and the target of the shooters will remain known, the names of the terrorists will live in few memories.

The right of expression is worth standing up for and, as with all rights, it needs protection; otherwise we will one day wake up to find they have been removed, little by little, without our noticing. In the UK press there is an increasing tendency to demand an apology or retraction from someone who expresses a view that a person or social group finds offensive.¬† Obviously if you say something that is criminal (incitement to violence, libel, making threats etc) there is recourse to the law and that should be used. To censor expressed views simple because a social norm doesn’t approve of them is a highly undesirable trend; the thin end of the wedge, at the other end of which lies Orwell’s thought police. The whole point of freedom of expression is that all ideas and views are expressed without let or hinderance.

Adams from The Telegraph. An example of a cartoon that will offend no-one

Adams from The Telegraph.
An example of a cartoon that will offend no-one

That I find your view offensive should have no impact on your right to express it. Demanding an apology from a politician or other public figure who expresses a view that could be considered offensive is a sure way to suppress those views. It is a form of censorship and it risks limiting all of our freedoms by making some views taboo. This is, in it’s own way, as undesirable a response as a resort to violence. It is far less obvious, far less dramatic, but it is a more insidious form of suppression of expression.

There is another undesirable element of communication in the modern world that runs counter to the freedom of expression. It takes the form of compulsion – the “if you’re not with us you’re against us” phenomenon. There is an expectation that people on social media will all voice an opinion that has been decided by the masses as appropriate. Freedom to express an opinion means the right exists to choose not to voice an opinion. The social media compulsion seems to exist in the expectation that everyone will voice support for a particular cause. However choosing not to voice support for a cause should never be equated¬† with supporting the opposite case. The world is not a place that exists in black and white, there are an unlimited shades of grey that exist between two polar opposites.

Lucile Clerc

Lucile Clerc

A culture of censorship would no doubt have never allowed Charlie Hedbo to publish the cartoons, or probably a significant amount of its content. But that is the price we pay for a valuable freedom; it’s a price I think we should expect to pay. That I am able to spout whatever rubbish I choose in this blog is how I opt to exercise my right to express an opinion and I stand in solidarity with anyone who stands up for that right – even to the point of dying for it. Je suis Charlie

Rafael Mantesso

Rafael Mantesso

Three is a magic number

Janathon day 3.

Today has made me think about what I consider as exercise.¬† First thing, I was up and out the door for a run (of which more later). Then it was back for a shower and get dressed before heading into town to do the weekly shop. I walked into town, which is approaching a mile (downhill all the way) then shopped and walked home with my basket full. That’s approaching a mile, uphill and on this occasion into a shower of hailstones. If exercise is classed as doing something so as to be somewhat out of breath, then the walk back up the hill certainly counts as exercise. But I would rarely think of it as being exercise, that’s just part of my Saturday routine. I tend to walk into town because it’s barely far enough to justify taking the car (well not unless I’m planning on buying a sack of potatoes or something equally difficult to carry). But I don’t tend to think of walking into town as exercise. I wonder why that is.

Anyway, back to the real exercise of the day. Weather was wet and grey today, but it was cold out. The air was cold and the rain felt like it was supercooled, it certainly stung when it hit the exposed flesh. On looking out the window I’d opted for just the single long sleeved top, but when I put the Garmin on the car to find satellites that decision was rapidly reversed, and a second layer added. brrrr it was not very warm out. I set off for the first run section and set out far too fast. I know this was a reaction to being cold, to try and warm up, but it’s not helpful. The first spurt was under 10 minute mile pace and I failed to sustain that for any length of time. The increase to 5 minute run intervals went well, apart from my failure to successfully calculate that 24 plus 5 is 29, I made that 30. So that was one longer than intended run interval somewhere in the middle there. I also stretched the last run section, as otherwise I’d have stopped to walked for 1 minute with barely much more than that left. The last interval was, therefore, a little on the long side as well. It all felt perfectly OK, so that’s all to the good. I also stretched the run out. My usual turn point has been at or about the pylon, which is at just about 1.4 miles from home. My next landmark to turn is the turning circle at the manor house. The advantage of this is that it allows me to run round something (in this case, the turning circle) rather than simply turning at a point on the road. It also means that I approach the road from the turning circle, so get a much better view of the road in both directions in order to be able to cross it safely. Not that there is that much traffic about, but it’s better to be safe than sorry – I’m sure I’d loose a competition with a car. That comes up at a little over 1.7 miles, meaning that the out and back trip today came in at 3.44 miles. Yes, I do intend to use all the decimal places that my Garmin reports to in my aim to track mileage this year – I suspect I will need all the help I can get!

I have also done today’s squats, pressups and situps for the 30 day challenge. I did these after returning from shopping, knowing that I didn’t fancy them one bit after returning from the run first thing! 50 squats was divided into 2 sections and wasn’t too painful. 28 situps were distinctly noticeable in the way that the 24 yesterday were not. And the less said about the pressups the better. I know I’m not physically in great shape, but they are really feeble. I’m reduced to box pressups – not even girly ones on my knees – in order to get my nose anywhere near the floor. Let’s look at it this way, I can see me following Janathon with a February challenge of girly pressups and into March with the intention to manage one proper pressup. Just one, it’s not much to ask.

Depending on how you look at it, that’s 2 or 3 pieces of exercise completed on day 3 of the year, including running over 3 miles. Three clearly is the number of the day.

Best foot forward

So having been cleared to run, you’re probably wondering why it took over a week for me to actually run. A stinky cold is the short answer. Having been cleared on Thursday to run, the plan was to head out Sunday and actually do it. However I’d had a cold brewing for a while and Saturday morning last week it lined up its final assault – which left me in no fit state to run on Sunday. Ho hum. What with that and a couple of all day meetings that sort of wiped the week out.

Yesterday, however, I was feeling much better. Even after a lovely lie in I woke to a world that had been dusted with glitter in the night; a very clear sky had resulted in a beautiful heavy frost. And what better weather to run in? I know – it’s one of the things that always makes me laugh about running – most people see a frosty morning and think it’s great to look at, or else needs 67 layers and a woolly hat before venturing out. I set out yesterday morning wearing 2 layers – although I did put a pair of gloves and a woolly hat on. And it was such a nice day for a run. Clear and still; it was nothing like as cold as the negative temperatures reported might sound.

Seeing it’s been over a month since I last ran, I stepped back a few time intervals. Having been at 10 minutes run to 1 minute walk when the ankle played up, I stepped that back to 3 minutes run to 1 minute walk. And I think that was about right. Managed the 3 minutes without too much trouble each time and used the 1 minute walk to cough, hack, spit and generally denude my respiratory passages of gunk. There really is nothing quite like a run for clearing the tail end of a cold. Snot-tastic. Should there be any high winds forecast, I can assure you that the shire will be in no danger – it is stuck to the map. Lovely!

It wasn’t terribly far, and it wasn’t terribly fast, but it felt just so lovely to be out. No worried at all in the ankle department, so that’s a relief. I took it quite carefully, as it was surprisingly slippery underfoot, with the frost causing a certain amount of slip sliding, especially on the smoother tarmac. But it places it was also making that crunchy noise as I ran over it. It was a fabulous day for a run, and I’m so glad that I was able to get out and enjoy it.

I will report that I was also a very good girl and did my stretches before and after the run, in order to warm up the calves and try to avoid a repetition of the pain. Just need to be diligent and do them every day… that might be a bit more difficult!

Cool weather, warm pace

It was foggy and cold this morning when we left for ringing this morning. The little snowflake light on the car that indicates when it is cold or freezing was resolutely orange all the way, showing it was less than 4 degrees outside. brrr. All of which made me quite pleased that I wasn’t going to head out for a run until lunch time. When time came, it had cleared a bit, the fog had lifted but there was consistent cloud cover and only a watery sun; it didn’t look very warm out there. So I delved into the bottom of the kit drawer, unearthed a long sleeved top and headed out.

And it wasn’t all that warm out. I was cold to start with, but the body soon warmed up. The hands and ears took a bit longer to come to a comfortable temperature – it might be time to find the beany hat rather than the baseball cap. By the time I was half way I had pushed my sleeves up to my elbows, so maybe a short sleeved shirt would have been OK, but I’d have felt colder for longer, and I don’t enjoy being cold. Maybe that told in the pace, as I seem to have managed to run my fastest average pace run since coming back. 12:45 minutes per mile over 34.40 minutes didn’t feel difficult to maintain, which is good. Being cold doesn’t always make for a fast run.

Going out at lunchtime meant that it was a lot busier out than it is in the early morning. There were quite a lot of cars, but they were all being quite considerate and moving over to the far side of the road to pass me. Maybe there’s something about Sunday drivers having more time, or being less harassed, than their weekday colleagues. I acknowledge each of them for making that kind of effort with a wave of the hand, and quite a number wave back. I suspect they’re also thinking “nutter” but as long as they don’t think “target” I’m fine with that. There were also 8 cyclists, a couple of solos and three pairs. In two cases the pairs were wearing what looked to be matching kit – not at all odd. I wonder if it’s appropriate to count them in a manner analogous to Magpies, but that would make 8 for joy. It wasn’t a euphoric run, but it was quite fun, so maybe that’s apt.

It’s as cold as ice

We had one nice day and one horribly cold wet and windy day over the weekend. Care to guess which one I ended up running on? Yup, The coldest wettest windiest Sunday imaginable.

The weekend started with a 40th Birthday party on Saturday afternoon. Ann’s one of¬†a group of friends who I met¬†at University and we periodically get together and natter¬†on and on and on about life, the universe and everything.¬†It’s been a very long time since we all met last. 3 of us were going to be¬†able to make this do though, so loads of chatting was expected. After a brief shopping trip first thing (I may have not got a present at that point) we set off about noon and took the scenic route. Stopped at a nice pub for lunch, and generally took our time arriving. Cream teas were laid on in the afternoon, along with chocolaty¬†nibbly¬†things. I may have partaken of one or two… The there was a Barn dance. I love a good dance like this,¬†but certain practicalities¬†have to be taken into account. Like I’m running a marathon in 6 weeks time and can’t afford a turned ankle at this stage. So trainers were the order of the day. Had a good time, loads¬†of chatting,¬†dancing, eating and generally behaving like people NOT about to turn 40! Not that I hit the booze too hard – the long run was always scheduled for Sunday.

Sunday was all a bit out of sync, what with getting home and a late breakfast. It was, therefore,¬†approaching 12 before¬†I set out. I suspect I missed the best of Sunday’s weather – although the view from the window was pretty grim all day. It was wet and windy and it was just miserable. I was going to run out & back, 8 miles each way, so ran a 4 mile extra loop, to make it up to the 20 I needed. By the time I got to 5 miles,¬†I was 1 mile from¬†home and sorely tempted to go home. I did consider it to collect some gloves and another layer, but I suspected that if I’d got in the door I’d never have got out again.

The railway path’s usually a buzz with walkers and other activity takers – not today. I barely passed enough people to need to take my socks off to count them – and those I did pass were all wrapped¬†up as if on an arctic expedition. Not me, I was bliddy¬†freezing. Actually, I tell a lie there, my torso was OK and the legs don’t tend to feel the cold anyway. But my hands and arms were so cold that they hurt. Tried sticking them up my sleeves, but a wet technical shirt doesn’t offer a massive amount of protection from the elements – in fact it seems quite effective at wicking away heat. Once I was out of the wind, the temperature wasn’t too bad, but the wind was so persistent¬†and bitingly cold that the whole run was really unpleasant.

At the visitor centre at the nature reserve, I stopped to go to the loo and sat there a shivered – could barely get my fingers to work well enough to remove the necessary clothing. As I came out the centre, the cold hit me and I so nearly turned round and asked them to get be a taxi – but I manned up and set off home. I didn’t get any warmer.¬†My world reduced to the 10 yards immediately¬†in front of me, with distraction activities like singing to myself (the tune a’ hunting we will go featured quite heavily – no idea where that sprang from, but it was a nice rhythmic one – just wish I could remember the words – the line “to catch a **** and put it in a ***” remained incomplete)¬†or counting foot falls¬†each in and out breath simply to keep the mind a bit blank. At one stage I was randomly wondering what the first signs of hypothermia, then couldn’t recall them and started worrying that memory loss might be one of them.¬†Just to¬†reassure you, I still don’t know the first signs of hypothermia so I’ll assume I never did.

I decided to stop being silly as I got back towards town and took the direct route home. Meant I didn’t get the full distance, but it was so grim out there that calling it quits was surely the right decision. Took a while to get in the door – finding the key, getting it in the lock and turning it all requiring more dexterity than I seemed to posses at the time. Dumped a pile of wet clothing on the bathroom floor and leapt into a warm bath until sensation started to return to the extremities.

Facts & Figures
Distance – 17.5 miles
Time – 3:40:34
Average pace – 12:36 min/miles

Which actually looks a load better than it felt. Cutting this short was almost certainly the right decision, but it means that, yet again, I’ve missed hitting a 40 mile week. Just hope that the weather next Sunday’s a whole heap better – Silverstone is ex-airfield and is rather exposed – won’t look forward to running round that¬†on a wet & windy Sunday afternoon!

Making your mind up

This week should mark my highest¬†mileage week ever – 40 will be clocked¬†if all goes to plan. With Tuesday’s club session coming in at less than the 5 stated on the plan, Wednesday and Thursday both had a little extra added, to make 20 miles in 3 days.

Wednesday was the midweek longer run, which should be¬†10 miles, half¬†easy, half¬†at MP. Went OK. I started too fast and had to consciously¬†slow myself down, and then found i’d¬†slowed to the bottom end of “easy” pace. But better that then too fast, I suspect. Increased to MP Ok, with my (usual) slight tendency¬†to end up a fraction¬†too fast. It was quite¬†light as I set out, but by the time I was finishing it was still quite dark and the decision to leave the head torch behind no longer looked quite so sensible! Saw a huge number of¬†other runners out, including what appears to be a ladies beginners group based from the leisure centre.

Thursday was out with Janet again, a loop together then 2 extra miles for me. I’m supposed to be running this session as a tempo, so doing some miles at ~ 10k pace. We usually end up running at ~ MP for the loop with Janet, so¬†I decided to at least run the next mile at 10k pace, just to make sure¬†I run some mileage faster than MP. Went OK, the speed was certainly there.

Facts & Figures (Wed/Thurs)
Distance – 10.4 / 5.6
Time – 2:01:14 / 1:04:15
Average pace – 11:39 / 11:28

The weather has been the odd thing this week. It could do with deciding if it is Spring or not. Wednesday night I went out in long sleeves and overheated to start with – although¬†I had the sleeves rolled down again by the time¬†I finished. Thursday¬†I went out in short sleeves and was, if anything, a fraction chilly in the arm department the whole¬†time. Not painfully cold, but it’s certainly not yet a clear-cut¬†clothing decision! I have migrated to a baseball cap rather¬†than the beanie hat, as it hasn’t been so cold that the ears have suffered. However, I¬†still expect to travel to Brighton with pretty much my entire running wardrobe – just so I’m covered for every eventuality!