I know, I KNOW it was supposed to be a nine mile long run today; however, having to move one son out of his uni digs, and be about to cook dinner for him, hubby and another son who is visiting on his way up to Southampton, take a pile of rubbish from our loft clear out to the tip, not to mention compete fiercely with hubby in our Putting on the Hoe in Plymouth yearly challenge, meant some sort of compromise was necessary. For my sanity, I needed to run. To be about for the family, it had to fit in with everything else.
So, after moving son out of uni digs, we took the rubbish to the tip, then, off to Plymouth for some putting on the Hoe. Me dressed (feeling rather strange) in full running kit with a hoodie on top. After our games (which I lost 5-1, whatever lol, at least OH is happy), I changed my shoes to my magic brooks (haha I WISH!), got the Garmin on, the mp3 in the back pocket, the water, kissed hubby goodbye, and headed off to run home (from the Hoe in Plymouth, to Saltash). This we calculated at about 6 miles, long enough to keep me happy, short enough not to spend too long away from the bosom of family lol.
It seemed a very hot run, having to watch out for city traffic, traffic lights, traffic fumes...urgh. More uphill than downhill as the elevation data will prove (about 37metres). Not helped by the fact that the last half a mile seemed straight uphill. I was intending to beat the hour but in the end, the moving time says just 3 seconds over; now THAT is annoying lol. Still, the chart was generous and gave me the 6.2mph.
Stats if you're curious: connect.garmin.com/activity...
The 6.2miles clocked up on the Garmin less than half a mile from home, so I stopped the timer there, walked for half a minute to get my breathing back under control, then slow jogged home.
Compromise, I'm happy, they're happy...and someone has prepped all the cottage pie veg for me, so I'm now off to cook dinner.
CaroleC