Pamplona
After being ill for five days I knew I was on the mend when this morning I started daydreaming about running. Looking back, I'm not sure what triggered the event, but as I was eating my breakfast I started to reminisce about the preparation I did for London. Moments later, I was at the computer flicking through photos that Carter and I took, post-race, as we went for a celebratory pub-crawl of sorts.
My return to running this afternoon couldn’t have been more welcomed and the weather cooperated. It must have been only seconds after leaving the house that I ran into a drenching wall of drizzle, that proceeded to keep me company as I weaved my way through Mt. Doug. During the last few kilometers, I remembered that I had scheduled some strides and was surprised at the snap in my legs. Upon returning home, my legs were covered with mud, my heart was pounding and I had a huge grin on my face.
Training: undulating 1:13:03 with 6xstrides
2 comments:
Perfect title. Looks very like an Irish version of Pamplona.
I had been warned about the cows/bulls/animals.
When we went through on the way out they weren't there. Lunch & two pints later, and feeling like 10-year olds, they chased us on the return trip. Rumon, the bastard, only encouraged it...
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