Here I am, Sunday afternoon, coffee in hand, and I thought I would update my blog with one of my runs. Having been bed-bound with the dreaded lurgy/flu for a week and a half my running regime has been somewhat stinted. With the Reading Half marathon looming and feeling slightly more human again I thought I would hit the ground running (pun intended) and set off on an ambitious 10.25 mile run from Clapham down towards Battersea park and along the Thames; there is something relaxing and calming about running along a river which almost encourages you to reminisce to allow you to completely forget you’re running. I found myself comparing my run to the running circuit I frequented in Budapest around Margit sziget (Margret Island) often at dusk; the sky an encapsulating melange of orange, pinks, purples and blues. Well, running along the Thames wasn’t quite as picturesque in March it being a gloomy, grumpy Saturday afternoon but come summer-time I can look forward to similar scenes.
Being my first run in a couple of weeks after a bout of flu (which may have been exacerbated by an extravagantly wild weekend in Berlin, who’s to say? Might be possible?) I was still energy lacking, so a 10 mile run was indeed slightly ambitious, however I completed a 7.25 mile run which I was very happy with. Not my best time in the world, 1hr 23mins, however the good news is that my times can only get better. My legs are satisfyingly aching and I already feel energised and ready for the next run...