|The Parish Church of St Peter and St Paul|
I woke up before my alarm went off this morning. A few minutes later I heard the chimes. I counted them. It stopped at 5. Five am.... really? The thought of getting up extra early crossed my mind, but then I realised that I was
When the alarm finally went off I was already wide-eyed, so I did all the usual stuff and left the house.
There was a post-rain wetness on the ground and the wind came in gusts.
I headed out along my usual 8k route. It didn't feel too windy. That meant that the wind must be behind me and that I would pay the price during the latter stages of the run.
I had dressed in a short-sleeve t-shirt as a base layer and put my light fleece top on top. As it was windy I also took my brand new wind breaking jacket out for its debut run. After a kilometre or so I realised that I probably didn't need to have the base layer on as it wasn't really that cold. I fiddled with my zips and figured out a combo that maintained a nice temperature.
As I predicted, later in the run I came face to face with a head wind. It was hard work, but I didn't mind because it gave a nice variation to my training and, thankfully, wasn't too cold.
Finally I arrived back on the High Street and then back at the flat at 6:55am.
For the record the hamstring was fine.
8.2km in 41:58 (5:07 per km pace).