Tuesday's Run

Just been out for a three mile run.

I remember when I used to love three miles. It was enough to tire me out and leave me with a huge feeling of accomplishment. Now, rather sadly, it just annoys me. It is too short to really relax and enjoy it but too long to do real speed work over. It is almost a nothing run…though, as I can hear steam coming out of Trevor’s ears from the other side of town as I write this, it is good to iron out the kinks and get the body ready for some longer runs.

On Sunday we ran a half marathon. It was a beautiful, wintery day and perfect for running. I felt tired after having travelled back from aboard the previous night, but it was still wonderful to be out. As ever, mainly as I am not a runner, it took a few miles to relax and get into the run but I was soon lost in my own little world oblivious to the miles passing. This, although spiritually rewarding and terribly therapeutic, did lead to my annoy Trevor to the point when he shouted at me as I almost tripped him up several times or ran him in front of cars.

Later, back at home, in a long hot bath and feeling somewhat smug, because I had knocked four and a bit minutes off my PB for The Half…I thought that without Trevor and his input life would have been very different. He might not appreciate the continual references to my dentist when we run past the surgery, my singing, my inability to run in a straight line or my unwillingness to listen but I appreciate him all the more for this.

I don’t think either of us will miss the 6am starts and long wintery runs when we are all done and dusted with the marathon but I shall certainly miss that feeling of being out and about, running about the countryside with such a good friend come April.