This was done after a bad night. I woke up at 3am needing the loo (so much for hydrating well the day before a run!). Went back to bed and my mind decided to run a Technicolor full screen production of all the animal suffering I’d either seen first hand or heard about. Yikes! Body pumped with Adrenalin and on red alert. Finally got back to sleep about two hours later, only to be woken by Dennis barking (yes, he of the dog allergens). That combined with the heat was NOT a good combination for keeping the heart rate down.
The run was 55 minutes, all in zones 1&2. I suppose I should be grateful it wasn’t scary intervals day! All the slow thud thud plod is niggling my bad knee, which made itself felt early in the run.
However, it was beautiful running along the Thames. There are hanging baskets of flowers all along the railings where long boats and cabin cruisers are parked leading up to St Helen’s Warf, where in ancient time’s supplies were brought to the Abbey. There was a lovely cool breeze off the water too. I carried on up East St Helen’s Street and peered into the garden of St Ethelwold’s House. The garden is beautiful, backs onto the river and is open for anyone to sit and eat or read. It’s a riot of colour right now. The house itself is extremely old and is named after Ethelwold who became bishop of Winchester in Saxon times.
Anyway, the run is done despite problems, and I note that my fastest pace was well under 5min/km (pity I had to throttle back and plod to keep my hr down) and, good grief! my VO2 MAX appears to be 42 ... how did that happen?!