Been reading an old local article online and the comments below. As happens comments unravel in tangents and petty sniping, but to my surprise I came across a nasty comment about a "bovine runner" which given the location it refers to and the activities might mean I have a unknown spectator for my repeated hill sprints up Windmill Rise. In the equally unlikely event that notpedallingpaul should read this comment I'd like him to know he can go fuck himself.
I've sort of suggested as much to PB64 on another thread. Not that he needs to as he's already doing it.
25-30 years ago was a different age Phil. That was the days 31mins for 10k would only get you 475th out of 500 in the Cock N Biscuits village 10k.
This is closer to the reality than you would imagine.
72 miles does sound a lot. But if one notes that at this time of year I'm effectively a full time runner, it doesn't really count. Knock 40 miles off would make it civilised within a normal working week.
Still, it's taken close to 40 years to get to this position so I'm not too hung up about it. I still have to master the mud and dogs.
Just back in from 12 miles XC to make 72 miles for the week. Nothing planned as regards pace but considering the course and conditions, felt 8:30's would be ok as an easy result. Numbers didn't add up and averaged 8:15's.
72 miles does sound a lot, but then again, I'm not accumulating fatigue from one day to the next. I might feel something the day after a 'tough' one. But I'm not going to add to it.