Wednesday recovery

I seriously wondered whether to get out of bed or not this morning when the alarm rang. I told myself to stop asking existential questions and put on my kit and ran outside. A recovery run was on the cards after last night's blitz around the track and I was just going out to enjoy myself and let my legs release the toxins.

I was so tired and taking it so easy that I wasn't really aware of what was going on around me until the 4th kilometre. I caught a glimpse of my garmin here and saw 4:24 which cheered me up no end and I picked up a little pace heading into the park at Maisons Laffitte. I ran down towards the castle and spotted Wilfried heading in the opposite direction. A quick shout to him and I carried on. Strange to meet fellow runners in the same spot at 6:30am fitting their runs in before work. When I turned back up Avenue Albine, he crossed over to me to get Nico's details for a lift in to the x-country championship on Sunday. As he's not in the same race as me, I passed them on.

I was running back through Maisons Laffitte, when I was spoken to by a middle aged guy waiting for the bus. He asked if I was Nicolas Canteloup, a well known French impersonator, and I was so taken aback that I replied no. I regretted this afterwards, thinking that if I'd said yes, the guy would probably have gone on about it all day to his friends and colleagues. I'll be better prepared tomorrow to make a snappy reply. It's hard to be quick-witted and reactive at this time in the morning.

12.8 km all up in 55:36 or an average pace of 4:21 per km.

James

Nicolas Canteloup