Running away from the previous day.
Running is acceptable alone. Brentwood high loop. Increasing pace every mile. 6 ish.
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The Rough With The Smooth
After three weeks out due to injury, weddings and a general questioning of intent...I'm back in the game.
Ever the foolhardy runner I took to 6 'Class A' miles, over the most arduous hills this side of the Downs - overdressed in a shocking 25 degrees heat. What did a great man once say? 'At least I didn't walk....................much'
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Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.
Perfect weather for a classic 10. Need some foolery. Classic sub 50.
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Wish You Were Here
I forgot to post that I went running on Sunday. I ran to the pier. It was late, cold and the weather was typically filthy. The pain in my back was imposing and whilst I didn't want to admit it; I was tired and ill prepared to run.
I stopped at the pier or a few minutes nursing my angry back and contemplating the wider existential implications of running, whilst in physical pain and hampered by mother nature. I was a lone figure on the edge of a wild and desolate ocean.Then a wave broke and soaked me from head to toe in freezing water....Mother nature telling me to get over myself. 3 miles.
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