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Friday Aug 21, 2009 #
Running (Trail) 32:21 [3] 6.41 km (5:03 / km) +155m 4:30 / km
ahr:155 max:166 shoes: Inov8 RocLite
Another long, hard, threshhold run, 18 miles at 5mins/mile...
...in my dreams. Nope, another wee short see-if-I-can-remember-what-this-running-thing-is-all-about-without-jiggering-my-ankle runette. Buoyed by rash enthusiasm I eschewed the flat tarmac and headed up towards the Gathering Stane. My legs felt curiously bouncy, much more so than my brain expected, and got on with the job of grinding along heedless of any interjections from those nay-saying neurons. My ankle even felt stronger than it has since France.
The "path" was wetter than I have ever seen it, actually a river in several places. All in all, a very jolly outing indeed. The only thing that was missing was a nice climate change downpour, and Mother McNature duly obliged on the way back with a stoater bone-dry-to-drenched-in-10-seconds deluge that had me giggling all the way home. Brill.
...in my dreams. Nope, another wee short see-if-I-can-remember-what-this-running-thing-is-all-about-without-jiggering-my-ankle runette. Buoyed by rash enthusiasm I eschewed the flat tarmac and headed up towards the Gathering Stane. My legs felt curiously bouncy, much more so than my brain expected, and got on with the job of grinding along heedless of any interjections from those nay-saying neurons. My ankle even felt stronger than it has since France.
The "path" was wetter than I have ever seen it, actually a river in several places. All in all, a very jolly outing indeed. The only thing that was missing was a nice climate change downpour, and Mother McNature duly obliged on the way back with a stoater bone-dry-to-drenched-in-10-seconds deluge that had me giggling all the way home. Brill.