Last Long Slow Run…..

or maybe that should read ‘Last not as long as it should have been slow run’.

I returned today to Exmouth the home of my long slow runs. It amazing the direction you run in makes, the outward run I was thinking ‘this is great I love running by the sea, hark at those waves, it smells so fresh out here, how lucky am I?‘ but once I turned around and headed back this changed to ‘oh my goodness that wind is strong and that sea spray is soaking me, blimey I am almost at a stand still, but at least it is not bitingly cold like it was last week’ I fully intended to run the 10 miles the plan called for, but it was not until I got home that I realised I only did 9 miles, I wonder will that make a difference next week?

I realised how this happened when I started making yorkshire puddings for dinner, I got the scales out, the flour and then put them all away without using any of them, had to then start again, I even accused hubby of hiding the flour I had measured! Yep its the well-known condition called ‘Marathon training has turned my brain to mush itus!’ Hope to be cured on the 22 April!

I took the family out for a walk around the village today using the footpaths.

We walked through the field with these cuties

but this little one has escaped beyond the fence and was munching on some nice new tree shoots, boy he is going to be in BIG trouble, or 57’s mum will be charged with negligence.

The views were great

Nice to see lots of Primroses around

and great to find this on the bush in the front garden, any idea what it is, Mum?

Feet up now watching Chelsea hopefully beat Manchester City, but things not looking good at the moment!