It's the same old song...
A bitter but brisk 7.5k in the dark.
Plus, we bid a welcome return to gloves...and leery, hooded, shouting youths.
(edit...it is 32 degrees Fahrenheit all of which are cold)
Running is easy until you start thinking about it.
At 5k I started thinking about my breathing, until then I didn't even realise that i was breathing. Maybe I wasn't. 9.5k in glorious sunshine.
A bit of how's your father...
A lunchtime run.
A shock to the system.
A 7.5k in 34mins...tidy.
A big wave from a recent retiree...he says hello (or at least he would have if I'd stopped).
Sobriety Sunday
I ventured into the crisp morning air with a sense of panic. Too much red wine last night made me feel like I had a brain disease...but with a car to collect 7km away I had little choice.
The first half I felt foolish for having left the safety of my bed...the second half I felt amazing. This is the modern way This week's score : 31Run #6 of the NOvemBEER classic
Thatcher 6k Fenwick style with added angry dog feature. NOvemBEER has also officially changed to LOWvemBEER.
Breakfast of Titans
Early rising to Parkin punish. A brisk 12km he'll not forget anytime soon.











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