Out early this morning but not for a run (not a run day on Wednesday) And joined a small queue outside of our local Tesco. Up and down the isles following the one way system added another half an hour to my usual sprint round. And if you forget to get something on your way round, the Tesco gestapo won’t let you return without a great deal of fuss…
Lovely and warm today so a perfect time to catch up on a few outstanding jobs out in the sun…
I’ve kicked off the season with a clean and polish of the Fascias and Soffits. It took me a while to get used to balancing precariously twenty foot up a wobbly ladder…It seemed a lot higher when I looked down…:shock:
My Thursday five went quite well, not as bright as yesterday but a little warmer. With a mile left to go I spotted another runner about five hundred yards in front. He must have run to the mile marker and turned round to run back, he certainly never passed me. The mile marker is a huge wooden post that has been embedded in the ground for as long as I can remember, where the path down the side of a field ends, and the wide lane begins.
I tracked him for about half a mile and I didn’t seem to be making much headway.
He passed through the small gate and walked across the railway line to the gate on the other side. I jogged across the railway line and snatched a few more yards from his lead. The lane rises sharply away from the railway and I’ve still retained some of my hill climbing ability, so another chunk of the lane between us disappeared.
Suddenly he stopped for a walk, and I pounced…I passed this big muscly, what looked like a rugby playing bloke, with a balding head, that I put somewhere in his forties. Big muscly guys never make good long distance runners, all that muscle is heavy and needs loads of oxygen that the lungs can’t supply. Sweat was glistening on his bald head and running down his face, I uttered a cheery good morning, and keeping at least two metres apart for the moment of the pass, I sped off into the distance…Goodbye big fella!
The Fox was on fire on this mornings five miler, and I ran the best time this year… And being as it is my most run course (3 times every week) that was no easy target…:surprised:
Catching up with a recorded programme now while I recover…
It sit at 77 Kgs (about 12st 3lbs I think) and am 5 ft 10" tall (was 15st 6lbs 5 years or so ago) if I drop to 76.9 Kgs I have a mega curry, if I go to 77.1 Kgs, I watch what I am doing that day.
An early visit to Tesco for the weekend shop still revealed quite a surprising queue, then I realised it was Easter weekend…
Still managed to get everything we needed including some very nice back bacon for a butty. I’ve worked hard this week and deserved a treat…
On a bright sunny, but cold morning I continued my purple patch knocking another 7 seconds of this years best five mile time.
I assumed it was going to be just another average run after tired legs at the halfway point had me wobbling a bit, but it turns out that the tired legs were due to breaking the sound barrier on my final sprint on the lane…
A nice steady walk in the sunshine now as I drop my prescription in to the surgery and take the long way back home. It gives me a chance to see how spring is coming along, instead of it being just a blur through watery eyes and lungs gasping for air when I’m out running…
Thanks Mags, I’m still getting some discomfort from my big toe joint but I don’t get the swelling that I got from the Gout.
The doctor did say that it might be arthritis in the joint that was exasperated with the gout.
For the last twenty years I have suffered with pain in my toe joint which normally gets easier after a mile or two. So another good reason to keep up with my running Mags…
I think that if I didn’t make the effort to go out running and walking it would seize up completely.