Typing the words ‘long run’ almost make me feel like I am training. And I suppose I am, in a surreptitious way, in case I get another cold. My chest still feels a bit heavy and scratchy and I still cough a bit in the morning. I can’t tell if I am being oversensitive or sensible, who knows? But I have entered the Folkestone 10, which is a lovely race at Easter. So I thought I had better try something more than 3-4 miles.
I felt fine, no better, no worse for running. Though I kept my heart rate very low (for me) at around 150. And I found 8 miles quite comfortable, more so than I deserved, because it is the longest I have run since September the 13th. (eek).
The eroding clay on Long Rock.
Calmness personified is the sea.
I just read this and realised that I sound as if I am about 80. FFS.