Easy Tuesday

Bloody hell. I didn't think that running could hurt so much. The combination over the weekend of a race Saturday night and the intervals on Sunday had left their toll and my legs and thighs in particular were reminding me that exercise isn't always good for you.

I counted my injuries as I hobbled the first kilometre this morning around my usual course: sore hamstrings - check; painful left ankle - check; sore toes from tight trail shoes - check. I felt definitely sorry for myself as I struggled to get under the 5 minute barrier for the first km. Having made it that far, I told myself to try and relax and enjoy it as the roads were dry and the temperature was cold without being chilly. However, no matter what I was trying to impress on my brain, my body was having none of it and refused to ease off until I passed the 6 km marker.

Splits are here just out of interest:

4:57, 4:48, 4:46, 4:50, 4:47, 4:43, 4:34, 4:32, 4:28, 4:18, 4:06 pace (348m)

So 10.3km all up in 48:13 or an average of 4:40 pace but boy did this feel hard this morning.

Other news is that the challenge is on. Bruno has run his second marathon in 3 weeks in 2:58 again. He has now declared that his sole objective next year is to set a time in London marathon (and beat me in the process). The gauntlet has been thrown ...