I can’t believe I’m actually on week 10. Where did the time go? That’s 10 weeks of training in mostly summer heat. I’m fitter than I was 20 years ago. I’m beginning to stress about the race a bit now, though: mostly about sleeping ok the night before. I know what I’m like; if I need to sleep for a special occasion, I can’t.
Still a bit tired, mainly because I woke at 4.48 and couldn’t get back to sleep. With me it isn’t so much how MUCH sleep I get, but when. My body clock or bio rhythms or whatever just don’t want to play before 6am. Consequently 20 minutes in zone 4 was a bit daunting till I got into it. Once I did, I realised how more tiring it is running slowly in zone 2.
Anyway, beautiful sunny day again. There are a lot of housing estates on the outskirts of Abingdon, but most of them are quite old with huge green areas in front of houses - some as big as a village green- with mature trees and well established gardens. It makes for pleasant running at this time of year, when the horse chestnuts are laden with conkers, gardens are aflame with the orange and yellow of autumn flowers, and the leaves are showing the faintest hint of gold at their edges. A red kite flew directly over me, low enough for me to make out individual feathers on the underside of his wings. His shadow tracked my run for a minute or so.
As I came towards the end of the run, two boys in their late teens suddenly began running, absolutely powering ahead of me. I reminded myself that I’m three times their age - but, to be honest, I couldn’t have run that fast when I was 19 and running regularly.