Here I am again, waiting for my gps watch to charge before a long run. Yet again, I plugged it in overnight, and yet again it discharged all its power.
You’d think I’d learn.
I should probably go back to bed, but instead I’m sorting through my photos from last week’s run.
Fourteen hilly miles, and I grumped my way round pretty much all of them, especially when I reached the top of Cliffe Hill and realised I had no money for ice cream.
I can’t say I enjoyed myself, although the scenery was nice. Long runs I can do, hills I can do, but both together means too much walking for me. Still, it felt empowering to get so far away from home just using my legs.
Today I’ve planned 20 miles. Flatter than last week, at least. I wanted an early start, but a late night, a fox barking right outside my window at 4am, and my watch battery have foiled that plan. I’m tired, I ache, and quite frankly I’d rather be at work.
But I have to face the reality. This is probably how I’m going to feel on race day, so a bit of practice is no bad thing.