Tonight's planned run had to be ditched, because I had some work to do. Boo! Only ever doing 4+ hour runs is clearly THE BEST way to train in most respects, but it sure ain't conducive to 8:30pm conference calls. Never mind. It's a marathon not a sprint, apparently. So I'll do it tomorrow night instead.
More work interference next week, as I'm in the US on business in one of those annoyingly unflat New England states like New Hampshire or Massachussets or some such (obviously I haven't got into the details yet). Never fear, dear reader. I shall haul my wobbly carcass out for a 25-miler Stateside, and report back.
...and no doubt record a devastatingly terrible run. Mountains are, of course, even worse than nice sunny weather for the more generously proportioned chubster. Any errant black bears looking for a quick meal before hibernation will probably be scared of me though. They will almost certainly assume I'm a lost, bald Grizzly, and leg it in the opposite direction. Swings and roundabouts.
The "aaargh! it's a giant bear! run for it!" effect sadly doesn't always have the same effect in my home borough of Vauxhall though.
On the subject of fearsome predators, I woke up this morning covered from head to toe in quite angry looking bites. Well, covered from back to toe, anyway. And there were only 9 of them at latest count. So I suppose saying "lightly sprinkled from back to toe in angry looking bites" might be more accurate, if somewhat less dramatic.
I did make the startling leap of logic that it must be because I slept with the window open last night, and my bedroom overlooks the river. Bloody mosquitoes. However, on further reflection, the Thames is (a) brackish, (b) horribly polluted and toxic, (c) very tidal [the water level rises and falls 10 metres twice a day here], and (d) very fast moving.
Although (d) might be a consequence of (c), I guess. I dunno, I have no idea about rivers, leave me alone.
Oh, and... (e) I live on the fifth floor!
Soooo... the only logical conclusion is, that these were radioactive, mutated SUPER MOSQUITOES! If the story of Peter Parker is in any way an accurate and reliable precedent, which I'm pretty sure it is, then by next Tuesday I would expect to have developed some pretty spectacular super powers.
So maybe those black bears aren't so stupid after all. Maybe they have very good reasons to leg it into the forest when they hear me trundling towards them.
More work interference next week, as I'm in the US on business in one of those annoyingly unflat New England states like New Hampshire or Massachussets or some such (obviously I haven't got into the details yet). Never fear, dear reader. I shall haul my wobbly carcass out for a 25-miler Stateside, and report back.
...and no doubt record a devastatingly terrible run. Mountains are, of course, even worse than nice sunny weather for the more generously proportioned chubster. Any errant black bears looking for a quick meal before hibernation will probably be scared of me though. They will almost certainly assume I'm a lost, bald Grizzly, and leg it in the opposite direction. Swings and roundabouts.
The "aaargh! it's a giant bear! run for it!" effect sadly doesn't always have the same effect in my home borough of Vauxhall though.
On the subject of fearsome predators, I woke up this morning covered from head to toe in quite angry looking bites. Well, covered from back to toe, anyway. And there were only 9 of them at latest count. So I suppose saying "lightly sprinkled from back to toe in angry looking bites" might be more accurate, if somewhat less dramatic.
I did make the startling leap of logic that it must be because I slept with the window open last night, and my bedroom overlooks the river. Bloody mosquitoes. However, on further reflection, the Thames is (a) brackish, (b) horribly polluted and toxic, (c) very tidal [the water level rises and falls 10 metres twice a day here], and (d) very fast moving.
Although (d) might be a consequence of (c), I guess. I dunno, I have no idea about rivers, leave me alone.
Oh, and... (e) I live on the fifth floor!
Soooo... the only logical conclusion is, that these were radioactive, mutated SUPER MOSQUITOES! If the story of Peter Parker is in any way an accurate and reliable precedent, which I'm pretty sure it is, then by next Tuesday I would expect to have developed some pretty spectacular super powers.
So maybe those black bears aren't so stupid after all. Maybe they have very good reasons to leg it into the forest when they hear me trundling towards them.
OK, that probably counts as having gone off on a bit of a tangent. So, tomorrow's run. Predictions? Hmmm... I would be happy with 9 minute miles pace, at 145 heart rate. Let's see what happens!
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