Back on Easter Sunday I went for a run with my niece as we were staying with my brother in London for a couple of days. I managed to forget my running shoes and, as we've been away a lot, didn't get a chance to pick them up until this week.
This morning I couldn't wait to put them on. Well, when I say 'couldn't wait' I woke up around 7.30, considered Parkrun and then stayed in bed for an hour and a half, but when I did finally get up I felt very very keen.
We set off to run 3k. I had a pace in mind but kept finding myself going faster. Was it the shoes or just that I've had 3 days rest? Whatever, the first half of the run was one of those where you keep telling yourself to slow down. At that point the threatened rain started, not heavy, just a few big drops. I sped up but then realised it was getting to be hard work - heart rate up, so I walked until it was back to where it should be.
Slowed down a little towards the end of the run. The kids from the local sailing club were out on the river in their dinghies. They seemed to be having a great time whizzing around in a decent breeze. I remember when my sons were members. They hated the sailing but loved the social side 😂
When the run was over I checked the stats. Pace was 2 seconds faster than my target, which is close enough. My old friends, the Brooks, were just as good as I remember, great to be reunited with them