Following yesterday’s half-marathon today was always going to be a nice easy run. 

Initial plan:

However, this soon changed. It was chucking it down when I got home, so taking the dog with me for a run to the woods was never going to happen. In fact, me going for a run at the woods in the rain was never going to happen.

So it was the gym. Treadmill, cross-trainer and rower. 45min. Done. Run streak stands at 10 days.

Tomorrow: it’s a busy day, not sure when the run will take place. It might have to be BEFORE work. 

In other news….Frank Turner has announced his 2000th gig….and it’s at ROCK CITY! Ballot entered. 

This morning it was the Perkin’s Great Eastern Run at Peterborough.

Despite the threat of rain early in the day it ended it up being a lovely morning to run 13.1 miles (probably a bit too warm if I’m honest). I was planning on a steady 9min/mile pace, bringing me in around the 2hr mark. That’s pretty much what happened.

1hr 56min – felt pretty good – had plenty left at the end. 

Although I must thank Glenn for the jelly babies at the end (what was left of them – it must be tiring standing and watching) – without those there was no way I would have made the last 500yds!! 

That just leaves two things left for today’s post. One, the medal and t-shirt shot….

….and two, tomorrow’s day 10 plan: easy and short.

It’s Saturday: Parkrun day. 

Another visit to Rutland Water Parkrun, only this morning it was very different to last week. Last week is a beautiful morning; today it was cold, wet and windy. 

It was a gentle jog round with Helen – no PBs today – for two reasons. Firstly, Helen is still recovering from a calf injury, and with her big race getting closer she needed to take it a bit easy. Secondly, I’m running the Peterborough Half-Marathon in the morning. 

Hoping for a slightly drier morning tomorrow. I don’t fancy 13 miles in the rain. 

Friday. At last. It has been a busy week, but that’s one week down. 

Run streak = 7 days

After a ridiculous meeting at school where we were told everything we already knew, and even if we didn’t already know it (which we did) we could have read it ourselves; day seven was a trip to the gym. 

35 min on the treadmill. 

I was joined at the gym by Skinny Lister, metaphorically of course (there is no way the double bass would fit on the treadmill), they have a new album out and although I’ve had it spinning a couple of times at home, having it on through the earphones at the gym meant I could really LISTEN to it. It is good. Well worth a listen. 

The gym session was followed by a trip to the pub, where I am currently writing this, whilst demolishing a bottle of wine and following it up with Jack Daniels. 

Tomorrow: Parkrun. 

I had every intention of getting out for tonight’s run on the mean streets of Bourne. I quite fancied the idea of being Rocky Balboa, the Italian stallion, pounding the Bourne ghetto. Pounding the dark, dangerous alleyways and no go areas of South Lincolnshire. 

The people’s champion. 

‘You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!’

I was going to, but it was a little bit windy and starting to drizzle with rain, so I went to the gym. 

For the last 5 weeks, every Wednesday, I’ve been taking advantage of the school facilities by grabbing a basketball and shooting some hoops in the sports hall. So today was easy – just had to incorporate a bit extra running.

All in all I ran 20 laps and scored 1000s of points. I felt like Michael Jordan…

Although it probably looked like this…

Five days in and the run streak stands at five. Lovely jubbly.