Yesterday we were out all day at the Black Country Museum, so I had a 'rest day'. More than one person in our group questioned if a fish and chip supper, followed by lemon meringue pie and cream, was included in my runners diet plan, but I assured them that it was (and convinced myself when I got home that half a box of butter fudge was also good for training purposes).
I was awake bright and early this morning, and was out running by quarter to seven. It was a beautiful morning, and there's something about being up and about when everyone else is still in bed.
Fifteen minutes into the run my phone started to vibrate. My service provider always seems to time their reminders to me to top up/upgrade my phone/see their latest offer for when I'm out running, so I ignored it at first. The caller was persistent, so I stopped to answer it...maybe something was wrong at home. No. I'd set my alarm for 7am in case I didn't wake up, and had forgotten to turn it off. Grr.
That sorted, the rest of the run passed fairly uneventfully. (Just one wolf whistle today. What is the etiquette for joggers? Should I turn and say 'thank you' or jog on pretending not to hear?) I set out in the opposite direction this morning, through a housing estate, then up into Northfield. There's a nice mile stretch downhill towards Longbridge, followed by the dreaded 2 mile slow uphill climb. At least the last half mile is mainly downhill.
So, 7.5 miles in 1hr 32mins. Not bad for my long slow run, and a good start to my exercise week.
Now time for a cuppa before the day begins...
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