Cry cry, run run.
Fortunately Vincent went on to be all smart and jerky moving in Law and Order Criminal intent. No pounding there, he gets to be the table slapper.
THe BUPA run in on April 15th, and I am in it. It is my very first ever offical race and I don't want to shame myself by coming in over the finishing line the following morning. It is only 10K- the more runnery among you may wander off now, make coffee and laugh at me- but 10k it is and I want to do it in under an hour.
So, despite my snot filled head, I am back in training.
Yesterday I did 10k in one hour 12 minutes. I wasn't over impressed but it's not terribly shabby considering my current state and with Finn's superb help and staggering patience for answering stupid questions I am now about to start doing something called 'interval' training, so that I can hopefully shave off that pesky extra 12 minutes.
However I got up this morning and it would appear someone pulled the soap in a towel trick on my slumbering corpse like self.
I have questioned the Paramour most carefully and he swears blind he had no part in it. So I deduce it is the result of yesterday's effort. It's a right rum one, the pain is not in my legs at all, although the shins are a tuch twingy, my knee is holding up nicely, thanks to my new and fabulous trainers. No, the pain is in my arms and shoulders.
Anyhoo, it's Sonia O'Sullivan's last road race too, so there's a bit of history in the making. All the money raised is going to charity and I'm really looking forward to it.
Which makes me wonder about getting older.
Happy Friday y'all, it's the portal to the weekend.