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Rosie on the Rebound
May. 7th, 2006 12:58 pmWell now, that was much better!
This morning I ran for forty-five minutes without stopping. It was very comfortable and I could easily have gone one, I think.
Starting from the corkscrew bridge at Coley Hill, I set off slowly just as I did on Monday. To begin with it was overcast and rather muggy, and the biggest problem was clouds of thripses, or thunderflies, those rather ethereal black insects that sometimes erupt in great clouds at this time of year, especially in humid conditions. I've not seen so many for years and it's rather unpleasant having them blow in your face while running. Still, the sun came out after a while; it was glorious then and the thripses seemed to vanish.
Though I started very gently I noticed that by the time I'd gone past Southcote Lock I was cruising along at my normal speed without having made any conscious decision to speed up. I went right down to the weir and Burghfield Island and then back along the non-navigable Kennet almost to Southcote Lock again.
Did I mention that on Wednesday we at the Roadrunners did an outrun along the river from Kennet Mouth to Sonning and back? No, I thought not. The idea was to do twenty minutes out, turn, and then twenty minutes back. I did that without stopping and at a brisk pace which had me panting at the end. This was and also on top of at least twenty minutes warming up and getting to Kennet Mouth, so I did a good hour's hard working out.
I skipped my session on Friday. Let's draw a veil over that.
This morning I ran for forty-five minutes without stopping. It was very comfortable and I could easily have gone one, I think.
Starting from the corkscrew bridge at Coley Hill, I set off slowly just as I did on Monday. To begin with it was overcast and rather muggy, and the biggest problem was clouds of thripses, or thunderflies, those rather ethereal black insects that sometimes erupt in great clouds at this time of year, especially in humid conditions. I've not seen so many for years and it's rather unpleasant having them blow in your face while running. Still, the sun came out after a while; it was glorious then and the thripses seemed to vanish.
Though I started very gently I noticed that by the time I'd gone past Southcote Lock I was cruising along at my normal speed without having made any conscious decision to speed up. I went right down to the weir and Burghfield Island and then back along the non-navigable Kennet almost to Southcote Lock again.
Did I mention that on Wednesday we at the Roadrunners did an outrun along the river from Kennet Mouth to Sonning and back? No, I thought not. The idea was to do twenty minutes out, turn, and then twenty minutes back. I did that without stopping and at a brisk pace which had me panting at the end. This was and also on top of at least twenty minutes warming up and getting to Kennet Mouth, so I did a good hour's hard working out.
I skipped my session on Friday. Let's draw a veil over that.
