Keeping the boy humble

Tonight I ran the 8.5k Potten End route with my 23 year old son. He's a regular gym attender and treadmill uswer but doesn't run outside very often. As with Saturday, I felt great and really flew around the course eventually finishing the 8.5k in 36 minutes 30 seconds which is a PB for me. My poor son crawled home in 48.5 minutes with blistered feet. Do I feel sorry for him? Nope! I did a victory dance and really rubbed it in. Well I've got to celebrate the little victories these days.

I'm off to Turkey in a week's time and hope to take my training up a notch before winter sets in here in England. I've decided not to run the Leicester marathon on October 14th (mainly due to me being in Turkey and not wanting to cut short my holiday) so I'm now resetting my sights on the Luton Marathon in December. Not very glamorous but it's local and it'll be cool in temperature.

Eating my dust

What a great run on Saturday!

I don't know if this happens to you but sometimes I know before I reach the end of my street whether or not I'm going to have a good day. On Saturday I felt strong and powerful even before I reached the end of my street. I met Andrew at the bridge and we agreed to go for about a 10 mile run which would include 6 very substantial hill climbs. After about 2 miles (and one major hill) Andrew put on a strong sprint for about half a mile and, feeling strong, I decided to go with him. I just sat on his shoulder and after the half mile I ran past him and kept going for another 100 yards or so. We then ran on for a further 8.5 miles and he never got nearer to me than 30 metres for the rest of the run and eventually finished a full minute behind me which is very unusual. I did the 10.6 miles in 1 hour 27 minutes which I was very happy with and could have continued for at least the half marathon at the same pace. What a nice feeling.

I know that next run Andrew will be out to re-establish the pecking order but we'll see!