This week there has been two occasions where I have been sensible, if there had been three you would have heard about it on the BBC and the day would be declared a Bank Holiday. Sorry, two was all I could manage.
Occasion Number 1 :- I booked my train tickets to get me to and from London for the marathon. Marathons number three, four and five I have driven to and from the events, four hours driving home after running 26.2 miles, is not a great cool down! Even my Mum expressed surprise at my sensibleness. May be this means I am now officially a grown up! Of course since then I have heard there might be a tube strike that day, but I’ve done my part!
Occasion Number 2 :- The long run had to move to Saturday this week due to taxi duties for Madam tomorrow. I had planned on a long off road run along the coastal path. Then I saw this
running along the cliffs on my own in that would have been madness. Instead I opted for lesser madness and did 14 miles on the flooded lanes of Devon, with conditions that resembled running in to a pressure washer most of the time. Oh and that water not only is very orange is also damn cold.