27 October 2008

Boom and bust – just like the economy, my running distance soared to an unrealistic peak before shrinking quickly. On saturday I ran 5.5 miles.

It still seemed like a long way, and my muscles tightened almost immediately – surely I wasn’t still stiff from a week before? Or perhaps it does – I am very flat-footed. I could do with some decent running shoes. And some iPod headphones that don’t fall off. And I still need those running pants.

I have to miss football tonight due to some family visits (which counts as a run), and we have stuff on every night this week, so I can’t see things improving soon. Then again, the economy always bounces back in the end.

Perhaps it’s lack of morale through not running very far (I was thinking I might be able to break double figures soon), but suddenly planning a marathon seems like a lot of effort, and 26.3 miles seems like a long way again. Hats off to old Pheidippides who did it straight off, even if it did kill him. Perhaps it should be called a Pheidippides instead – if I achieved something brilliant where I live I wouldn’t be best pleased if it ended up being called a ‘Bristol’.