Ran 11.43km yesterday. Cold crisp morning (to put it politely) and after the first couple of km which are uphill and exposed, the run felt good.
So good that my initial base run of 6-7 became my long run for the week as I had time and felt good. There’s no guarantee I would feel the same on Saturday ‘having to run’ the longer distance.
So away I went along the highways and byways in the early morning. It was about 8km in that I ran past a local convenience supermarket and as I plodded up another hill (there are lots where I live) I was forcefully assailed by the wafting aroma of hot pies and sausage rolls. I was immediately transported back in time before I knew what gluten intolerance and coeliac disease were, long before taking up running, to a time in my teens and twenties where if the question were asked, ‘Who ate all the pies?’ The probable answer would have been me.
The scent of an old life however produced nothing more that a moments wistful pang as I soldiered on, cresting the hill and heading down the other side. Three and a half km later I was back home ready for my morning gluten free porridge with berries, prunes banana and Greek yogurt and electrolyte replacement drink. As the hot porridge and warm fruit stood in front of me I took the time to savour the smell of my new life, and you know what? It isn’t half bad :)🏃🏼😀