Yesterday was rather hectic. Parkrun in the morning. Laura came to watch for the first time, though she spent more time playing chase with the two dogs there. Then 2 panto performances. One to a sell out audience of mostly children. That was scary. In the end I was so exhausted I didn’t even make it to the pub.
Today, after about 12 hours sleep I was feeling a lot better. My training plan called for 6 miles so off I went. I planned to go up Ally Pally like I did before. It was still rather windy and I hadn’t gone far before questioning the wisdom of going up the tallest hill in North London in this weather. I only made it halfway up the hill, the wind wasn’t too bad there and I was struggling a bit so decided to head back. I did manage to get this picture though.
The way back was a lot easier and not just because it was mostly downhill. I then had the thought that if I could just keep going for a little bit I could do my very first 10k. Which as you’ve probably noticed from the title of this post I managed.