Boy, I'm slow! I don't mind too much, except that the same distance would have taken me about twenty minutes less when I was lighter and fitter. But hey, I got it done.
No frost at all was a welcome sight. It was extremely windy at times, but for the most part, I ran round the ring road and it was quite calm. Over the by-pass was a different story. It would have blown the head off you. And I really don't like high bridges. My feet, hands and joints all tingle and go weak. And so does my minney-moo, and not in a pleasant way!
It's a slightly hilly route, very up and down , though none of the hills are long or steep. And it's quite boring, going from roundabout to roundabout, but I've done it often, so I knew what to expect. And I can honestly say I almost enjoyed it. That's a big improvement. I was tired after 3k, but felt okay not long afterwards, especially when I got halfway. As always!
I think that's the longest distance I've ever done in one go and I was walking like I'd been riding a horse afterwards. I had a couple of niggles in both knees as I ran, so I'm keeping an eye on that. But otherwise, I feel good now, on my recovery day. This week, its three, five, three and eight miles. I got up at 6.15am yesterday so as to have the bulk of it done in the dark. So it'll be 6am next week. This self consciousness will ease, I know. But it's amazing the difference even fifteen minutes makes to the traffic on a Saturday (I hate running with cars driving past me.) Before 7am, practically nothing. After Seven? A steady trickle. Not that I'm obsessive, but I counted 205 cars between the Gransha Road roundabout and Bangor West train station, where I finally stopped counting. I was trying to distract myself from the distance.
Apart from the fact that it means getting up at 5.30 in the morning, and I find it very difficult to go to bed at a reasonable hour to support that early rise, I'm quite looking forward to a wee three miler tomorrow.
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