Too many miles?

This week was half term, it soon became apparent that I would spend my week taxi-ing Madam to various meeting points with friends so I decided early on to do as much running as I could. By Friday I learnt what too many miles felt like!

With The Grizzly only three weeks away, it was surely time for some panic miles!

Monday I took these snaps

 

it was a lovely morning with fierce head wind on the beach, running along the beach I played a game of ‘catch me if you can’ with the sea as it tried to clean my trainers for me. Pleased to say I won!

Wednesday was club handicap, where I managed a 5K PB by a massive 1 second!

Thursday was my normal 8 miles around the lanes, so nice it is light at 7 am now.

Friday I saw the sun come up

 

such a special moment. At 8 miles I began to struggle, the wheels came off my wagon rolled down the hill and burst in to flames! The trouble with this was I had 8 miles to get back to the car. Miserable to say the least. I can only assume I had overdone things.

Saturday was parkrun day of course, but I did take it easy-honest. The worse part was driving there in horrendous fog.

Today the adults in the family opted for a walk in Dorset. Madam having, like most teenagers, lost the use of her legs at 13, was dragged along with the promise of a pub lunch at the end. We omitted to tell her that we would be scaling the highest peak on the South coast, a administrative error, honest.

Golden Cap

It was a lovely 4 mile walk (this was not a unanimous opinion!) with some amazing scenery. (Although I spent most of it wondering how in a couple of months am I going to run this route?)

 

and as promised there was food at the finish!

Back to work tomorrow, such a shame as do feel it gets in the way of my running adventures, though I would imagine for my body’s sake after this week, it is just as well!