I narrowly missed having a full blown migraine yesterday, but when my running buddy D rang this morning and asked if I wanted to go out with her and the dogs I thought I felt good enough to join her. I already had Taylor Beagle at my house anyway, as I was supposed to run her yesterday evening.
We met just up the road from my house, then ran through the local stable yard, which wasn’t quite as muddy as we thought it might be, but still muddy enough to well and truly christen her new trainers and my new running tights, and on up the hill against the wind. And it was hard work.
Made it to the top of that first hill and decided to run the ‘undulating’ path up to our midway point, and the straight, gradual downhill back - the gradual slope is soul destroying to run up because it is so desperately boring. It wasn’t much longer before I realised I’d possibly bitten off more than I could chew and had to ask for a walk. But we were so close to halfway by then that it made more sense to me to press on so I didn’t have to deal with the ‘undulations’ again!
With a couple more walk breaks we made it to a fraction over 7k in a couple of minutes under an hour. Not our best run ever, considering we have dog power to help, and I think we were both grateful for it to be done.
We must be insane as we’re already planning our next scheduled run - a 14k - for next Monday, but on the flat this time.
Well, that was tough 🥵😖
B3R2 7k
Unplanned 7k!
7k at last.
