Oh God. I'm playing catch up again. It's just been so busy, these past few days. Enough ado, let's get stuck in.
Monday 4th June. Got up, walking the dog, 3.2 miles done. Trousers got soaked in the long grass again, wished I'd worn my waterproof trousers.
On Monday afternoon it was time for the inaugural Godalming Jubilee 5k (presumably they will rename it next year!). There was also a 10k option, but I decided to stick to the 5k, with a 20 minute walk into Godalming as my warm up. It was my first race since my return from injury and I was planning to take it easy, get round the course and just enjoy the day.
|Excited at the start with Leila|
That plan lasted till the gun went off, I got caught up in the excitement and legged it round at full pelt. The course was great, a great mix of traffic-free road running combined with an utter bitch of a hill that came as a bit of a surprise! Ended up getting round in 27:29, which is a pretty respectable time for me and I was 19th woman home. That probably says more about the depth of the field than it does about my performance! It was well staged, particularly for a first time out and apparently the 10k was great too, with another couple of killer hills thrown in for good measure.
After hanging around the finish area for a bit with Leila, I walked home to Farncombe and took Murdoch for a walk - another 2.5 miles in the bag. When I got home, I nearly fell asleep on the sofa, but managed to drag myself back to Godalming for an evening of Jubilee festivities. At this point I should probably mention that my poor sad PF heels were giving me serious cause for worry. Not only had I gone out pretty hard, but it was mostly on road, whereas my training since injury has been mostly off-road to minimise impact. As a result, I'm afraid I spent most of the evening in a bit of a grump, and wasn't drinking as I wanted to be able to drive home. Reh reh reh.
On Tuesday I awoke to a miracle. My heels didn't hurt! I think this may have been because I had done quite a bit of stretching and had massaged my legs quite a bit. Huzzah! This was excellent news and I joyfully set off to walk the dog. Trousers got soaked in the long grass again, wished I'd worn my waterproof trousers.
At around lunchtime I headed down to Liphook where there was a Jubilee street party in my parents' road. Had a nice time chatting to the neighbours, even though it was PISSING it down. After a couple of hours of British stiff upper lip, we gave up and went inside. Had a nice cup of tea to warm up, then headed home to walk the dog. There is a reason why I rarely crack out the waterproof trousers, despite wet leg misery. This is because they make me look like Wallace wearing the Wrong Trousers. Judge for yourselves.
|The Wrong Trousers. More tea Gromit?|
But I did get them out for the second dog walk of the day - it was peeing it down, after all.
Got up this morning and immediately knew that something was amiss. Aaaw hell, I'm going to have to go back to work. Hurumph. At least I had a dog walk first to cheer me up. Did the usual route with the dog walkers, left Murdoch there for the day and headed up to London. Did a good day's work and then got my running kit on. Our offices are near Tower Hill and I decided that it would be lovely to run back to Waterloo along the South Bank.
|Last time I ran over Tower Bridge I was in the middle of a marathon!|
And very lovely it was too - had to do quite a bit of tourist dodging and had a very scary moment near the OXO tower when I realised that my rucksack had suddenly got lighter than it should have been. Turned around to see a male runner coming towards me carrying my jacket, a shoe and my purse. Apparently a girl had seen them fall out of my bag (which had come open) and he offered to run them up to me. I was enormously grateful - I've no idea how I would have got back from London without my purse, which contained all of my money, cards and my train ticket. Disaster very narrowly averted and faith in humanity restored! The slight downside to my day is that I missed my train home and as I got home quite late, it was easier to leave Murdoch overnight rather than do a late pick up. I miss that little guy. The flat seems very empty without him!
So now you're up to date again, are you as exhausted reading this as I was writing it? :)