Bright sunny day and the temperature was rising. Unfortunately we are waiting for a parcel to be delivered (it should have been delivered last week) otherwise we would have run early. I passed the time tidying the garden and then got stuck into some digging. Big mistake. The parcel arrived at 12.30 by which time I had been wielding the fork for a good two hours. To run or not to run that was the question. Wanting to regain my twenty five mile schedule and only running seven and a half on Sunday to miss today would put us too far behind. I thought if we took it steady and completed five we could recover from that position. We set off in hope rather than expectation but at least we were giving it a go. Along the road and then down a track for a mile, I checked my watch at the end. We were going too fast. The next mile was slightly downhill and I attempted to apply the brakes but failed miserably. We had run fast and were travelling at my race pace. My legs finally acknowledged that the pace had been too hot when we came to a hill. They rebelled to such an extent that they had to walk. At the top we set off again at a more sedate pace and almost got to the top of the next hill before swing left handed across the fields. Maybe it would have been better to run home on the road. The fields have dried quite a lot but it was still very sticky in places. I could not get my heart rate down to a comfortable level but with home in sight I struggled on. We did five point eight miles so are over half way to the target. If my back has recovered from today’s digging we will get out there tomorrow and clock up a few more miles.
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