Chapter 25 - Feets Don’t Fail me Now

I’m in new territory every week now.  Today, I ran three firsts.

1.                  First long run in my own

2.                  First long run (outside a race) where I didn’t walk

3.                  First long run over 15.75 miles

I did the first of these first properly.  I started on my own, finished on my own, and never saw anyone I knew.  The latter two first were a bit more dodgy.  I definitely didn’t use a walking motion, but I can’t honestly say I ran in any meaningful sense of the word.  And although I did my longest distance ever, it was only 16.09, so I think I’m well within the “10% maximum increase” the proper chaps recommend.  I can’t imagine where the other 10 miles is going to come from.

My understanding of the word “promise” is pretty dodgy as well.  Sorry guys, but I can’t resist it.  It’s a girl thing.  The splendid red shoes are still feeling pretty good, although I have to report two slightly sore big toes (thumb-toes as they are known in this house).  I’m not certain yet whether to stick with them or return to the old ones.  Decisions, decisions.  Still, I’m pretty sure I won’t take them back, even if I only gaze at them.

Decisions, or rather the lack of them, are playing a big part in my life as I get more and more tired.  I remember the feeling from when the boys were babies – that gut-wrenching tiredness that makes it impossible to decide between a four-pint bottle of milk, and a six-pint one.  It’s just as well that Chris does all the shopping and most of the cooking, because at the moment I couldn’t plan a sandwich.

Is it very bad form to go to bed before 8.00 on a Friday?