The First Long Run

There's no point delaying a long run with a weather map like that. We are now entering the months of more rain than light. It's still unseasonably warm though, no gloves needed. I went with the Gasper, hoping that the rain would put off any sugar-hyped nedlettes from hanging around the park. Despite the persistent, solid downpour, at the park gates there were three cider-drinking winos with soggy beanies jammed on their heads, and smashed glass everywhere. I managed an hour of puddle splashing, turning back when it got shin-deep. (The farm roads are prone to flooding and are full of potholes.)

It felt pretty good, and I was so busy sifting things through my mind I didn't really notice the time passing. Kids, don't try this sort of thing yourselves, I've had years of staggering around working out how little training I need for the mileage I manage. Don't think you can just run for an hour at the end of your first week. You need feet like a hobbit and legs like a troll, and to get those assets you'll have to build up gradually...