Back to the hills (and cloudy skies). Kept to a comfortable pace and enjoyed the time on my feet. I remember once reading that “time on your feet“ is a good approach to Sunday running. Easy, rhythmic motion. Once March arrives, I’m planning to add one quality session to
Back in Andalucía and it was wonderful to wake up to a blue sky, even though it’s still a chilly (for here) 8 degrees. I missed a couple of runs this week, making it even nicer to get out. I was beginning to feel claustrophobic by the end of
The running torch / chest strap that Carmen bought for my birthday was great heading through St James‘ Park this evening. The sudden contrast from headlights, streetlights and brightly lit shops on The Strand and Trafalgar Square means my eyes don’t have time to adjust and it’s suddenly like
Hurtling towards another big one. 58 today. Celebrating with a lovely run through Battersea Park, in the opposite direction to all the club runners flying by at sub 7 minute pace! 🚀 In all honesty, I’m so grateful that I feel fit and well enough to be running seven miles
As awful as Sunday’s run was, today’s was lovely. Maybe it was the restorative chair massage courtesy of the team from Skyn Deep who visited Rise this afternoon. Perhaps it was missing a run yesterday. Maybe it was the need to ‘vent’ after being told (again) “fantastic business