So he brought his trainers with him and said he was up for a run. OK!
As my mother is wont to say - in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King. Tony was looking at me to take the lead so I donned a dodgy coach mantle and set the parameters. Given he has done a Park Run and not only survived but wants to do it again, I felt a walk/run at 1/2km intervals would be a kind way to spend 30 minutes.
And so it was. It wasn’t as hot and muggy as it has been and there was a bit of a breeze. I managed to keep a conversation up, or at least make encouraging noises (nearly there!) and the brisk walking sections kept us fresh-ish. I was glad to walk when the half km arrived and prevent an enforced stop scenario. Tony said he didn’t feel taxed at any point (I think he might be fitter than me, damnit).
At one point he got stung and without breaking stride, he pulled off his t-shirt and whipped his back with it several times to get rid of the offending critter. It was quite impressive - I think he may even have sped up, like a well-conditioned Thelwell pony with an invisible spurred pony club rider on his back. I mean racehorse. Stallion!
He says he wants to do Ashton Court Park Run again next week in Bristol. I have created a monster!!!
We ran and walked 4K in 30 minutes, so that’s a 7’30” average.
Pace face: healthy glow rather than beetroot. Keeping it (attractively) real 😉