Day 16
Sunday long run Having risen at 3.30am to take son and GF to Stansted for 6am plane, then returned to bed for an hour or more, I rose again, Lazarus style, for a 10mile run to Limehouse and the canal path, where I met my buddies coming back. Pace was variable, with one mile at 7.30am/min/mile and others nearer 9m/m
To be frank, I ran in a pretty dead-eyed state, feeling wiped out and asleep on my feet. I perked up when I joined the others, but by the end felt sick and deeply fatigued. Despite not feeling properly hungry, I managed to put away more treats and meals than was strictly necessary.
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| Limehouse warehouse and me, dead-eyed, dilapidated |
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