ah, the open road. Just me and 3km of suburban pavement.... It actually felt really good to finally get my underused trainers back on and go for a run last night. The air felt and smelled really springlike and fresh, and I do, admittedly, live in a very nice part of London - a far cry from being chased round the park by belt-wielding 12 year olds like the last time I was training. My route takes me down into West Dulwich and then back up past Dulwich College - an imposing establishment at the top end of posh. It was a very welcome distraction watching the chaps play cricket on the playing fields for a few minutes as the start of the uphill struggle started.
I'm feeling the pain today but I feel like I've actually started working towards the 10K now. I promise that I will not subject you to any more pictures of me looking gormless between now and the 6th of July.
J, meanwhile, is still struggling to find a pair of trainers. We have managed to get round the superstition that if your boyfriend buys you shoes then you'll run away from him - I'm going to buy them and then she's going to buy them off me for a penny. I'm not sure if she's going to keep the bad luck thing up her sleeve just in case I let standards slip over the coming months, however.
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