Training and the train
This morning saw my inaugural, occasional run/ride/run journey in to work, including my first run in my new home town of Maidenhead. I was out the door at 5.40 am – I could have had another quarter of an hour in bed, as it turned out – for twoish miles in the coldest morning of the year so far, to the station. Then a quick jaunt on a nice, warm train to Ealing Broadway, and another three and a half miles or so up to Sudbury Hill and the office. Strangely, Ealing at 7.00 seemed colder than Maidenhead at 6.00. Must remember gloves next week. Oh, and a towel would make the shower at work a little more pleasant, as well.
The second run was quite hard in places, mainly because it’s largely uphill, and also because until yesterday I’d had a ten-day layoff. I was also running with a rucksack, which wasn’t half as bad as I expected (the forgotten towel must have helped) although it must have slowed me down a bit. No spectacular sunrise unfortunately – the sun just oozed up somewhere between Slough and Ealing. Best bit was probably crossing a misty River Brent in the middle of the golf course. Either that or the bacon rolls at my desk at ten to eight.
The second run was quite hard in places, mainly because it’s largely uphill, and also because until yesterday I’d had a ten-day layoff. I was also running with a rucksack, which wasn’t half as bad as I expected (the forgotten towel must have helped) although it must have slowed me down a bit. No spectacular sunrise unfortunately – the sun just oozed up somewhere between Slough and Ealing. Best bit was probably crossing a misty River Brent in the middle of the golf course. Either that or the bacon rolls at my desk at ten to eight.
