This morning it’s our most local of races, the Wollaton Park
Easter 10k which we return to time and time again because there isn’t often a
good reason not to do it. I can think of one today though. The weather has been
utterly foul all weekend and the park is a complete mud bath but there’s not
only me on the start line but L too.
I
am trying to get last minute fit for
next weekend’s Sheffield Half Marathon while L has been following a more
coordinated plan in her pursuit of the Derby 10k the week after.
I would say that I had a decent run and I did, for 8k of it.
It wasn’t quick but then the conditions weren't conducive to quick and it wasn’t particularly
pleasant but then the conditions weren't conducive to pleasant. It was ok, until
my calf went at 8k. Which puts a huge question mark against Sheffield.
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