A chilly 1 degree forecast for 6am Saturday. When Im running like this n feeling good, I wonder how I ever let things drop n not get out. Wish running was like my golf or pool, when I might go 6 months without a game, but the old magic is still there. Im sure it'd be the same for football if I ever pull on the boots again. One sliding tackle into a mouthy 20 year old forward, and it'd be like the old days in the Bristol Sunday Welfare Premier League against 11 Linford Christies from St Pauls, with the usual witty "You dirty Jock @#£$!"
How cold does it have to be before you dont feel ashamed at pulling on the leggings? I'm nowhere near that stage yet, but the sight of an icy blue blob on the weather forecast pushing the orange blob South had me wondering...
Im bang on 13 stone, even with the mountain of food my Momma is feeding me. I'm sure if I had a running partner to pull me along, I'd venture a little deeper into zombieland, and thus be a notch or two quicker. Maybe I'll ring old Dogfish.
559 miles so far for the year, and the last 4 months have been a much more regular 68, 70, 74 and 71 with hopefully another 20 to go onto October.
My years on fetch are
2007....1084....hip injury rules out FLM, then train hard late in year for 08.
2008....1240....the height of my enthusiasm. Hail rain or shine, I'm out!
2009.....744.....trained brilliantly for FLM09. Ate dodgy chicken, then fizzled out.
2010.....602.....average, then decent Aug/Sept for Loch Ness.
2011.....508.....probably only kept up by training with protege for our halfs.
2012.....559.....should be about 720 year end. Glad Ive reversed downward trend.
LS