It will as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I run predominantly so that I can eat more naughty stuff. The rather sad reality being how far you have to run to actually burn off a delicious slice of cake…but still it gets me out the door and all the other benefits come to fore when I come back.
Today I’ve unexpectedly ran twice. Mark is bemoaning my ever extending morning routine…I’m trying to get to grips with more extensive make up basics having previously slapped a bit of foundation and mascara on in 2mins flat. The end result is definitely an improvement but Mark only noticed the time taken rather than the end look, and was more distracted by a bouncy Ernest puppy demanding energy release by charging about the van and play fighting with Jasper.
Thus it was decided the older pups would walk and Ernest would join me on a jog. I must say I love the waist lead and the feeling of being pulled along by him (when he goes in the right direction). I’m not tracking pace, but it feels easier and faster, though it might be an illusion.
My only hiccup was tripping over my own foot and landing in a prickly bush. I sprung back to my feet checking nobody had saw my embarrassing blunder before quickening my pace to get the run completed. It was only when I got home I realised I’d sliced the back of my leg open. Another running wound to add to my collection -I’m still missing toe nails from the marathon lol.
Back home and refueled with coffee, Mark and I decided to potter back into the city. Being a Monday a lot of the shops were closed which meant you could see more street art on the shutters.
We visited a small bakery and had an average vegan croissant but I wished we had waited at Aloha for the huge vegan snickers cake. My sweet tooth is getting worse lol
Returning home we took the pups back to the beach to play frisbee. Ernest is a much better retriever than Jasper, but all three were distracted by litter and kept trying to eat stuff on the beach. I’m praying they don’t have poorly tummies tomorrow. Mabel also found something gross to roll in 🙈
I then did a little of my calligraphy course and had a nap…I am so aware of how spoilt I am with this lifestyle! I have also become a binge audio book listener and having finished Animal by Sara Pascoe in two days, I today finished a second book Do No Harm by neurosurgeon Henry Marsh, which gives an interesting insight into the changes and challenges within the NHS.
The evenings can feel long cooped up in the van and we had hoped to go to a Spanish:English cafe conversation group tonight but were let down by the buses, so instead of lounging in bed I decided to tire Ernest out with a second run.
I’m following a kinetic revolution – return to running plan, and dutifully set up my interval timer to run 3min: walk 1min x 8. Trainers on, a free Mo Joe running podcast chatting away in my ear, and my brilliantly bright chest light guiding us (given I fell over in daylight, I didn’t hold up much hope for night running), off we went.
Obviously technology hates me and my timer got confused or stopped without telling me so 45mins later the time has flown and we have had such a surprisingly great 4 mile interval run, that involved mostly slow running but felt good. It’s so strange how some runs are euphoric and others can be a fraction of the distance and an absolute lead leg hell.
We returned home, Ernest a bit tired, me wide awake with the exercise dopamine hit. Mark made me choco tea and crackers for supper and I pondered how my knickers had managed to chafe my thigh as I ran…still at least I didn’t fall.
Tomorrow I’ve worked out my running route and I should be heading in the direction of the sunrise…if I run far enough I might even find a bakery to. I’m obviously presuming I can move in the morning and my legs aren’t seized up in horror after today’s exertion.
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