I've done the stairs this morning, twice actually. That's not too bad considering.
I take a day off half marathon training today and I’m even in the car. L goes even further and has the whole day off work. The dogs go further still and after their walk and breakfast, crash back in bed, pretending they’ve walked miles.
Time to reflect... yesterday L was talking to a chap who’d done 300 half marathons, so we still have a way to go and he didn’t even do his first one until he was 58. He did his PB aged 63 and his time - 1:36, demands respect.
1:36 is, as it happens, the sort of numbers I'm looking for at Nottingham in, erm, 13 days time.
(Monday 22nd August)
Every little doesn’t count
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