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| The ten miler took us to Beckenham Place Park and back |
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| Stir Up Sunday - Christmas puds don't make themselves |
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| The cat stretch, as demonstrated by the cat |
Day 223
A wet long run of 10 miles with aching gluts from yesterday's effort. The pace seemed a little brisk - 8.45m/m not far off my marathon pace, so I should not be running this fast on LSRs. Still, I enjoy the craic with fellow Kent AC marathoners, especially in this execrable weather.
It started raining yesterday. By this morning it was torrential. It has not stopped and it's 10,15pm.
These Sundays are always such a welter of running, domestics and subsequent exhaustion. It would be good to do what ordinary mortals do on a Sunday. I certainly eat a lot, but trying to catch up on all things family/house/garden causes huge amounts of stress. So much remains undone, not least the recommended plantar fasciitis stretches. Two pairs of running shoes sit drying out, stuffed with newspaper, after a weekend's running notable for vast amounts of mud and floodwater.
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