Running is boring and difficult. Yesterday I ran for about 3.5 miles, kind of cross-country, as part of an event at school. I came 226th in the U16 ‘race’; see? I told you it was boring. By the evening I was walking with difficulty and today I’ve been moving about as though I have recently been fitted with prosthetic limbs. Stairs have proved particularly challenging.
On Sunday, by contrast, Carlos and I did another 40-miler including Toys Hill, not once, but twice: 25% of Ventoux. I’d describe our mood as respectful but bullish.
Gym visits? Glad you asked. Zero.