I'd not run properly for nearly 3 whole days, π¬ withdrawl symptoms evident, I did have a little outing last night running with my eldest π€.
I left home kinda not knowing where I was heading, hmmmm onboard satnav, took me across the aqueduct, perfect I love the height the magical floating sensation of being able to look down the valley, onto the tops of the trees, the weather literally snakes up the valley to home, the weather in Llangollen arrives in froncysyllte not long after...
I followed my 10k route, but carried on passing where I'd normally loop off, everything was working, breathing check, legs check, and having been increasing my involvement of hills, flat running is noticeably easier. 10km in sees me arrive in Llangollen, isolated, not a soul. It's just me and river rushing under the old bridge, built-in the 16th century and one of the wonders of Wales π€.
Everything's still working well, though temptation to slip off home after 15k was a niggling thought, nooooooo the legs feel full of running carry on Ian... I could nearly (not quite) see a sub 2hr HM but you've gotta be optimistic π. Normally I stop take a pic, open a gel or something but today I wanted to run, just run ππ.
It only got a little tough about 18kms in a short downhill section and boy the legs stiffened up and took a while to feel anywhere near normal, it was apparent that elusive, sub 2hr time was today.
But hey what the heck, another time another run.
Right now I neeeeeeed to stretch π