I’m beginning to get into this marathon training lark with my third long(ish) run in the last nine days. It’s beginning to take over with more and more contrived plans around finding varied and interesting routes to run. It’s not just the training either, I can also face up to confectionery demons without fear of temptation. No longer do I slink past the dreaded aisle in the supermarket or avert my eyes from the dastardly placed point of sale crap they put next to the checkout. I can now stride purposefully up to the chocolates and sweets and recognise them for what they are with their hideous garish wrappers and mischievous slogans. Shelves filled with preservatives and chemically enhanced colours. Bah. I’m still partial to a red Bounty mind.
I’m feeling quite smug as I’ve done my long slow run for the week and marathon training is back on track after a slight wobble last week. I set off today with several alternative routes in mind. Trouble is I didn’t know how far I wanted to run so we came up with a number of options of circular runs of approximate distances. With too much detail in my head I decided to obey the Great God Garmin and just run past Eccup rezza and then turn round and re-trace my route when I’d reached a point I was happy with. This turned out to be at seven and a half miles at somewhere called Tree Tops Community Centre. Whilst this conjures up images of a wonderful feat of architecture with verandahs and a luxury room on stilts in reality it’s just a large hut that overlooks a scruffy football pitch.
There is an argument that an “out and back” route is boring, but I’ll have none of it. I had not one but two opportunities to look for kingfishers on Kingfisher Way and plantations on Plantation Gardens, but I was unsuccessful with both. Also plenty of time to ponder how much filthy lucre must have changed hands to secure planning permission for some of the monstrosities on Wigton Lane. Goes to show you can’t buy taste.
Also added a new pub we could walk out to on an evening in summer – The Dexter. Apart from bearing the same name as my favourite fictional serial killer, it didn’t seem to have anything else going for it. Maybe not one to walk out to then.
So a pretty uneventful long slow run. Fifteen miles in two hours and ten minutes. No murmurings from any of my sleeping injuries. No aches and pains that I didn’t have before I set out, just a little chafing and the feet a bit more battered than they were before. Just as well as I’ve got another run to plan for tomorrow … and one for the next day …and the day after.
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