There are benefits to being a freelancer, if you can ignore the worry about no income and that everybody in the industry you work in has completely forgotten you exist, and it is this ;
You get to lie in bed until 10.30am, have a light fruit salad made by Mrs Dan and go out for a run!
I don't normally lie this late, it's just that I was completely knackered yesterday owing to a bad nights sleep (confounded indigestion) the night before, so I really needed my 11 hours last night!!
So....... I went out today, clad in my Super Dan costume and managed to do my second 8K distance. Weather was clement so I expected a nice outing. My favourite part is the section along the Thames between Twickenham and Richmond. It's so peaceful and the sound of the water is conducive to feeling alive and wonderful. Only a few stupid people managed to get in my way despite knowing I was about to pass them so all in all I was having a rather nice run.
So here's the weirdness of this particular run.......I didn't exactly find it easy, but I was in a definite rhythm after about two kilometres. I had Endomondo in my pocket measuring my progress and I was reckoning on about 6'10 per K (roughly) by the pace and feel of how I was going. Once I got to 7K - (having memorised where that would be from last time out) I mentally gritted my brain cell and pushed on towards the final 8th K. I was running up our little High Street again, where just 45 minutes ago I was heading in the opposite direction on my warm up walk. A mother and son played on the pavement ahead of me, "Hope they get out of my bl***y way" I thought. I got closer as they larked about and they could clearly see my fluorescent yellow top powering towards them. "Oh crap! They haven't seen me" I thought, so I took a look behind me to make sure a juggernaut wasn't coming, then I skipped into the road and bounced around them. The mother looked at me in surprise and shouted something at me in a language I didn't understand. I'm sure she was most likely saying "I say Sir! Your posterior in those skin tight lycra leggings looks as succulent as a ripe peach!". And at this point my energy levels suddenly rose. They rose and rose and my legs went faster and faster. I was running! No, not jogging - RUNNING! Like you wouldn't believe. Where was this energy coming from? My speed was akin to that of a gazelle (oh alright, maybe not as fast...) but I was moving it some.
I guessed where the 8th K ended and I fished the phone out of my pocket. 8.1K run - so I'd done it.
How on earth was my last kilometres the fastest? I have no idea. I've attached Endomondo's stats for you all to see. To say I'm pleased would be an under garment.....sorry....understatement.
So now it's off to the cinema! Happy running folks and keep those legs moving, even when they're tired because they may just surprise you.....