I was seriously worried about the weather I would greet on my run this morning. I'm so anxious that frost will curtail my training for the next month or two. As it was, I needn't have worried. There wasn't even a hint of frost anywhere on the route this morning. It was great. And the run itself was good too. Without meaning to, I actually did the five kilometres in just (and I do mean just) under forty minutes. It didn't feel much harder either. Go figure!
Well, that was yesterday. This morning was a four mile run and there was definitely frost on a fair bit of the route, though thankfully nothing that stopped me running. My right heel is still rubbing even when it's swathed in plasters. I will clearly need to find a better way to protect it. It bled today and that would be most unpleasant over twenty-six miles.
I do wonder if I will be able to stick the boredom of running by myself for so mamy hours. I get pissed off with myself after half an hour! And hill worry me. There are a couple of short steep ones on my regular routes and by the time I'm at the top of them, I'm barely shuffling, never mind running. Still, I know I'm gettig stronger so hopefullt hills will become more manageable, even the six mile Antrim Road stretch of the marathon route.
I'm also starting to wonder about getting enough carbs for long runs from my paleo eating. I will really have to read up on it.
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