In the last week I have again failed to run 8 miles. I managed 7.5 on my feet, but the last two of those involved a fair bit of walking, which is a first for me and felt rather disappointing. This was on Friday. I have been out for shorter runs on Sunday and yesterday, and now I can barely move my aching calves. What’s that about? Do I need new shoes or shall I just GIVE THE DAMN THING UP?
I ran 42 miles in June, so not quite my highest mileage month ever but close, and including two new bests for pace. But I’m not loving it right now and I’m thinking about forgetting the Wokingham Half, which looks terribly serious, and going for the Reading Half instead, which doesn’t feature the threat of the sweeper bus, and probably has more fancy dress. Or maybe no half at all, because 8 miles continues to elude me.
You’d better tell me inspirational tales of your own running, today.