Sorry to hear about the number of niggles coming out of the woodwork. Hopefully just minor blips for all, e.g. ZaTTu, Dids, Al_P, JH1.
Excellent running at the nationals by both CC2 and PP, impressively high placings for both. PP, I believe memory loss is a real bonus after any time spent in Sunderland.
Nice exceeding of expectations on the 10 by LS21, and shame that Wardi had such an odd one, but sure its just one of those things. Not sure I need to say much about Marigold's casual 15:01 parkrun.
Good long running by those too numerous to mention, although props to CW for that session, it made me feel sick just reading it (and that wasn't all to do with the prose either
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Al_P, I run to and from work with an OMM Ultra 15 rucksack. Fits fantastically, feels really light and comfortable and never had any issues. The one thing is I need to remember to tie the zip together with the little toggles, having on several occasions looked back to see my packed lunch bouncing merrily back down the hill.
I was in Cornwall last week, where the winds were pretty fierce, so I pussied out of anything bar limited easy running. Made up for it a bit with 10x800 last night averaging 2:37, blew some of the cobwebs out nicely.
Speaking of running to and from work ... Like Dids with his Biggs, I have decided I need a nemesis. I have settled on someone in my office I know only as the 'Phantom Defecator'. Every day, if I am remotely late running into work, I can arrive with 100% confidence that he will already be ensconsed within the only shower cubicle in the building, leisurely relieving himself. He will not choose any of the other, empty toilet cubicles, for reasons I do not understand - perhaps he likes to swing his legs around in the larger space? Anyway, I have to stand/sit there, listening to his unnecessary grunts and moans (come on man, it's not childbirth!), and his tearing off of (and I am not exaggerating) about 15 sheets of toilet paper, for reasons unknown, for a considerable period of time before he finally decides that his fun has come to an end.
All of which means that my supposed 'easy' runs to work are often faster than the likes of Mr McMillan would suggest, in a bid to thwart the Phantom Defecator for another day. If I get injured, I'm blaming him.