I can’t believe it is the end of June already! Where does the time go? This year’s Juneathon has had it’s ups and downs but it finished on a high.
The penultimate day of Juneathon seems to have arrived quickly this year.
I got home from work, cooked dinner and then it was time for tennis. On the TV. Yep, the start of Wimbledon inspired me to sit on my backside!
Once the coverage was over I set to doing some heavy lifting in the study. It wasn’t dumbbells but stacks of old Professional Photographer and Association of Project Management magazines. We’re clearing out the study (aka the junk room) as the new sofa bed arrives this weekend.
As part of the clear out I uncovered this item that a select few of you may recognise:
It’s funny how, back in those days, there’s no mention of running!
After a late night involving copious amounts of food and drink there was no danger of me going for a run this morning. Instead I opted for an afternoon “homing pigeon” run.
I’ve begun using parkrun more regularly for a Saturday morning session but this Saturday I was taking part in another run instead. The town of Witney came together for a fun run to mark the start of Lib Fest – a memorial day for a local girl who died after being knocked down by a car on her way to school.
Fridays seem to be the hardest day to Juneathon (yes, it is a verb as well as a noun) what with the end of the working week and the weekly big shop. Today I went for an alternative option.
Today’s club session was somewhat different – it was the home leg of our local club challenge between Witney and Eynsham Road Runners. All I knew was that the course was 4.6 miles and it started at the rugby club.
What with one thing and another I missed the blog yesterday even though I did actually run! The last two days have, however, left me a little puzzled on three counts.
Monday’s are non-running days and even though I wanted to make them strength days during Juneathon I’ve not quite achieved that.
Today I stopped watching the TV from the sofa and instead watched, or rather listened, from the floor as I went through my little strength circuit.
The legs felt a little tired from my parkrun PB on Saturday and my longest run since the marathon on Sunday.
I thought it would mean I’d only get through one set again but strangely I felt right up for the second set. And I didn’t cheat on either set – I had the eagle eyes of my pilates-loving wife on me.
We also ended up debating the women-only run event topic – although I think we both agree. I need to gather my thoughts before writing more but keep your eyes peeled; I’d be interested in your opinions.
A post-birthday lazy lay in took precedence over a morning long run but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to run. Oh no, today would be the day to get back to doing a Sunday long run and a recce of part of the new Cotswold Classic 10 mile course.
I woke up with a very vivid dream still in my mind. It centred around parkrun. Was it coincidence given that I was up early on my birthday to go to Oxford parkrun? I think not, but would the real parkrun resemble my dream?