17.3km - tick
Terrible run today. Felt bloody awful all the way round and still feel awful an hour later. This, I am sure, is due to a problem with "fuelling" which is quite ironic as My Trainer rang me yesterday morning to discuss "fuelling". He was concerned I might be doing long runs now and need to plan a break somewhere where I can grab something to eat and drink - "very sensible" I agreed but then didn't properly plan at all today and set off on my run after eating only a small amount of cereal for breakfast and bowl of parsnip soup for lunch. I can only think that subconscious vanity got the better of me (I ate pastry, burger and icecream yesterday and think I was trying to be good this morning)..................must try harder next week - full english for brekky followed by soup + sandwiches for lunch. At my current pace I will be lucky to complete it in 5 hours and I am not sure how I feel about that. Clearly I am already a little bit fitness-demented as to be fair just getting round will be a massive massive achievement.
The whole sorry event was not helped out by a bit of unexpected high-emotion half way round. I ran to a park where I used to walk with My Girl - I have not been there since May and I bumped into a small brown lurcher............with a pink collar on and a little pink bandage on her wounded foreleg!!!!! Without giving it a seconds thought I grabbed the owner and shouted "what happened to your dog????" and then burst into tears............"blub blub........my dog died in May and its the first time I've been to this park and she looks just like yours and had exactly the same injury with the same pink bandage....blub blub" they obviously thought I was totally kerrrazy but kindly dragged the dog over to me so I could pet it...............blub blub blub!!!!! Very unexpected. I spend a lot of time feeling glad I don't have to worry about her any more but then something simple like a dog wearing a little pink bandage cripples me.................
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