Tonight I have the Trent 5 Mile Race at Beeston down as an
option depending on the state of my knees. My knees tell me to give it a go, so
then it’s just down to the weather. This seems to fine up just at the right
moment.
L still isn’t over keen. She feels she should be curled up
with a book, a glass of wine and a cute little dog at her feet, not plodding up
and down a damp canal path. Problem is the cute little dog will have a ball in
his mouth and he’ll want the back door open. We do the run.
My knees actually get rather carried away and run 7
minute
miles, which is the fastest I’ve done this sort of event in for years.
My pace was helped by the guy with noisy shoes who was running behind
me, as I
spent all five miles trying to get away from him. Still 35.02, pleased
with that.
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