After a glass of champagne and some smoked salmon on soda bread I went for a run avec Ray. A comfortable (Sorry Ray!) 3.5ish jog. It was still a little icy under foot and very wet but nice to be off the tarmac and out in the country. Dogs! Country dogs are the opposite from the indifferent mutts of London Town. As a country runner you immediately shout “chase me, attack me!” A rottweiler was the breed which we encountered on this particular country jaunt – lovely! One flooded lane and a hill later we were back at home and back on the drink. We felt very worthy at Christmas lunch.
Oh dear, another day of thinking and not much doing. I made banana bread though – a staple runner’s snack. I have been making it on and off for a couple of months now, each time trying to perfect the recipe. The last two have been quite spectacular fails. This one though, is good, very good. Studded with raspberries – it’s moist but not sticky.
I have a tab open on Runnersworld – training plans – I must dash…
I found out about my London Marathon place early this week. First reaction was “YES!” followed closley by “Shitballs!”. This week has seen a seesaw of excitement and fear. So, instead of getting straight out there and tucking some miles under my belt I figured I would just think about a training plan and go for a walk instead. It had been snowing so no condition for running anyways (not the first of many excuses I hope…)
Hampstead Heath was the location for this non run.
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