19 August 2013


Some days I know I just can't run. Then the only sensible thing to do is sit it out, wait for the urge to return. It's never more than a few hours away, and last weekend I could just watch the World Championships on the devil's fishbowl for inspiration.

But we are not always sensible, rational beings, and I can say that without having to produce in evidence a colleague who ran Leadville over the weekend, in a little over 29 hours. I hope he got a buckle for his trouble. No, to prove how irrational we are, and despite a 1am late night on Friday, I lined up to start the Abingdon Park Run.

In one sense, no running event can ever be too successful, but when it comes at the price of hordes of children who, if they did not need to be escorted under the rules can only marginally have been within the cut-off level (12), some might say that's too much success. And the Abingdon course has some bottlenecks, the first after only a couple of hundred yards.

My legs were not really good for that couple of hundred yards. They felt like they did one day when I essayed a 5K the day after giving blood. A distinct shortage of oxygen going to the muscles, and a general feeling of fatigue from the hips down. I hoped things would come together as I got into my stride but that bottleneck put paid to that, and by the time I'd passed the lock I knew this run was not going to happen.
Of course, part of it is wanting to run a PB for the course. If your run is thwarted, why go on? That mindset prevented me from running the other 4.6 or so km. I went home and watched other people run on TV, along the Moscow river, past the statue of Peter the Great, past the Red October chocolate factory, past the Kremlin, four times in each direction. It gave me ideas for where to run next time I am there.

Today I cycled to the station and ran from Paddington to the office, and this evening I ran back and will soon be cycling home. A good 10K running, to prove that 5K is nothing and I can do a Parkrun whenever I want provided I have a good night's sleep and a bowl of porridge. (There's another prerequisite too but I won't go into that - suffice to say that a 5K is too short to be stopping behind a tree). Flat battery, so no data.

One moan, though. At 0906 the gate at the west end of Lisson Grove moorings was still locked: the eastern gate was open, and the sign said the opening time is 0730. This evening the eastern end was closed at 1802 (so, it must have been locked pretty well spot on the hour as advertised) but not the other end. What is going on? I hate to leave the footpath there, although it does avoid a couple of flights of steps and a 30 foot climb.

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