Neon Toddler and I are currently away from London, with my parents who are visiting from Australia. It’s exhausting – Neon Toddler is unsettled sleeping in a different environment, always excitable (particularly regarding spending so much time with Nanna and Pa!) and is spending time in a car seat for the first time since she was a tiny baby. I’m also unsettled, and I have no work to do on my thesis and haven’t for around a month now (for various reasons that I won’t go in to).
But, I have managed two runs – one better than expected and one worse.
The first was in Blackpool. I was scheduled for 8kms, but got a bit lost and ran 9. I was a bit worried about this run. I haven’t run longer than 6kms since the end of October last year, and I had been really struggling from about 4 1/2kms in all my runs since I started running again. In the end, I didn’t really have to worry. I ran along the beach path, which was really nice (and, unrelated to that, filled with cyclists in lycra wizzing past me). I felt pretty good most of the way and I’m pretty confident that I will at least finish the Gunnesbury Park 10km next Sunday (although I expect to be very slow!).
Yesterday’s run wasn’t as good. We’re at a golf course just outside Durham, and golf courses just aren’t made to be running tracks. I managed 4km, but was down for 10. We’re heading the short distance to Hexham today, so I might try and do that 10km along Hadrian’s Wall.
All in all, some good and some bad. But I’m running and that’s the main thing.