Update: its bloody cold in London right now. Luckily my
Christmas presents of running gloves, tights and a fetching hat are really coming
into their own right now. However, all the shiny new lycra in the world can’t
save you from attempting to run on a hangover, 0/10, would not recommend.
I struggled a bit this week to fit my running into a fairly
busy week, only getting out and about twice before my long run yesterday.
Monday’s run too was only brief, but meeting up with Chris at St Paul’s and
running around there at least broke up the tedium of my usual tour of
Tooting/Balham/Clapham. We managed to dodge the majority of tourists, only
ruining a handful of photos as we crossed Tower Bridge.
I did also get out for an 11.5km run on Thursday evening,
which was unpleasant but fairly manageable and I was pretty pleased with my
average speed at just over 4.40 per/km.
On Saturday I had a lacrosse match on an extremely frozen
pitch, and due to my commitment to the ‘total lacrosse’ style of play ended up
spending more time in attack than my usual defence. This was received
reasonably poorly by my team mates who subsequently voted me dick of the day,
and resulted in me drinking considerably more than I had planned to, hence the
hangover.
Bleary-eyed on Sunday morning I set off on my long run, and
due to once again my inability to prepare for anything properly, went out with
no real plan of where I was running to. I was aiming at 16km, which would be a
good few kilometres further than I’ve ever run. The horrifying realisation when
my running app announced I was at 6km and I still needed to do another 10km was
one of the lowest moments from my training. But, I did somehow make it, with
only a couple of periods of walking. Because of the lack of planning a route I
also made it to 16.8km which I’m really pleased with. Next stop, 19km, eeeeurgh
Onwards!
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