What a run. I always plan everything and everything looked fine this morning, 20c forecast with some wind later on, sunny at 9am, all good.
I'm fully into my ultra training routine and have been clocking in 270-300km per month with alternating weekends where l run 16k Saturdays and 32k Sundays back on back. I've included major London train stations into my routes because of the toilet facilities, just in case. God knows when the pubs will reopen.
Anyways, l just passed the parliament when the wind picked up and the temperature dropped. The idea was to gain the mileage by crossing all bridges on my way but crossing them turned out to be a balancing act with the wind lashing out, throwing me around like a marionette. Half way through near the Tower, l knew l was screwed. Too windy, too chilly for nothing but a basketball vest and a small rucksack on my back and 16km off my target, my warm car that was parked in the distant distance.
I made it in the end, was running faster if anything but l learned a valuable tip. Do not go for long runs alone in a deserted city without a backup jacket or a top. It wasn't like l could hail a cab, l was on my own in London that l don't recognise. Eerie and empty.
Has anyone else dodged the gusts this afternoon?