After my last post I decided enough was enough. I pulled on my sweater and set off on my good old nct run. It takes me past the homes of everyone who was in our nct class, the teacher’s and the breastfeeding specialist’s. It is just under 4 miles at its shortest. Today I did the clockwise version, running mile splits of 9:00, 8:02 and 8:32, finishing in 32:43 so the last .86 was done in 6:59, with a major sprint finish down the whole of my road. By the time I finished my orange running shirt was a right old sweater.
I love a run in London of an evening.
In a moment, when I’ve picked myself up off the floor, there will probably be a nasty pool of sweat on the carpet, to go with the crushed fruit, stones and baby sick.