There’s no time for my usual long run this weekend, as I’m in the big smoke (London) to see a play.
To compensate, I had a longer recovery run – eight miles – earlier in the week. I had worried that it was a bit soon after my long run for an eight miles run, but it was glorious and I enjoyed every minute.
This morning I managed an interval session on the treadmill before setting off on the long and tedious coach journey.
I passed time on the coach by reading TheFatGirl‘sGuidetoMarathon Running, by Julie Creffield – which left me frankly terrified. Suddenly, marathon training feels very real. What on earth am I doing taking a break from it?
But then a pleasant walk, a good meal, and I feel very relaxed and sleepy.
I have to trust that a change of scene, and a break in routine, can be good for mind, body and soul.
The River Thames at night
The Best Things in Life are Outside 