With apologies to Canon O’Neill (or whoever wrote it):-
Twas down the road one August morn
In a city fair ran I
When quiet lines of working men
In white vans passed me by
No one did speak, no one did laugh
Glad it’s not me but you
Just the gentle hum of engine noise
Rang out in the foggy dew
I woke up this morning, saw it was foggy – really foggy – and thought that’d be fun to go out for a run in, so out for a run I went, think it was around 6am or thereabouts.
As I said it was foggy. And damp. Very damp. So immediately the old Irish rebel ditty ‘The Foggy Dew’ came into my head. Not that I’m big into my Irish rebel songs, y’understand, but I like the tune so my run was spent devising alternative lyrics to the opening verse.
Run wise, I thought I’d tackle the industrial estate by the alternative route so off I went.
It was *really* foggy and damp, so much so I couldn’t see out of my glasses which did make it kind of awkward but interesting.
It still wasn’t fast, but using C25K Week 4, Day 2 as my guide I actually managed to complete the 5k this morning instead of giving up a kilometre early like I did on Sunday so I suppose from that point of view it showed progress and that’s all I can really ask for.
I *do* know that the more often I run the stronger and faster I’ll get.
My legs did feel pretty rubbish around the 3km mark so I need push through that. I more or less convinced myself last night to get a hybrid bike and a turbo trainer so that I can keep things ticking over on my non-run days, I’m hoping that’ll help the burn I always feel in my legs.