I should know better by now. After feeling fantastic following my last run, I typed those fateful, triumphant words, ‘I’m on a roll’. And what followed? Nearly two weeks devoid of running activity. How grimly inevitable.
Still, no point getting too hung up on the too-long gap between runs. Real life has been genuinely hectic, but I’ve got the Blaydon Race to focus on this Friday, so it’s time I get my old legs pumping again.
To be honest, tonight’s run was a bit of a whim. I knew I couldn’t get out tomorrow, so I figured I might as well head out in the sunshine to get a few miles under my belt, because at least that leaves me with enough time to fit another run in before I’m gannin’ along the Scotswood Road.
I knew from experience that tonight was going to be hard going due to the heat and my lack of recent activity, but it was still pretty fun.
I hit the picturesque stretch between the Free Trade Inn and the Redheugh, and just tried to switch off from the creaks of my knees (which were having a little moan but nothing too disruptive). I had it in my head that if I could get a decent, reasonably quick 3 miles in, then that was a nice little bonus, and that’s what I managed.
The bad news is that I’ve realised my running shoes have pretty much reached the end of their useful lives. They’ve only done about 225 miles, but the backs on the inside have nearly completely worn away. I’m not really feeling any discomfort, but I’m probably only a few runs away from giving myself some pretty major blisters, so I’ll not take that risk.
So long Saucony Guide 9s, you lived slowly and died middle-aged.
Music: The Long Blondes – Someone to Drive You Home