Its been a while since I posted on the Blog. As mentioned in the last posting we went to Hong Kong for Xmas and New Year. I really enjoyed it. We were staying in a village near Sai Kung so a little way from the main city section. The weather was a lot warmer than here, transport cleaner and more reliable, food tastier, beer colder, people shorter. Otherwise a lot of similarities.
In terms of running, I did three runs over the festive period. However the festive food and numerous bottles of Tsingtao beer almost had me paying extra at check-in for the flight back due to being overweight! Since getting back I have been trying to shed those kilograms to look more like Bruce Lee than the Golden Buddha, both of whom I bumped into in Hong Kong.
Two midweek runs were followed up with a long run on Sunday. I ran with the running club, Wimbledon Windmilers aiming to do about 11 miles. Setting off in the wet weather and jumping over puddles/mini-lakes of water on the Thames path I entered Richmond Park. I had been dropped by the group I was running with but using my keen sense of direction felt confident. Having run the route twice before I got to the ballet school in the middle of the park but that's where it all went wrong. I ended up turning right rather than left and came to the incorrect gate to exit the park. I kept running and eventually got the correct gate and just made it back through Wimbledon common and up to the Windmill before my legs gave way.
Sarah was back 50 minutes before me and was about to get a St Bernard, with whiskey round its neck, to sniff my spare sneakers to go out and search for me. I had done 16 miles instead of the 11. I limped around all of Sunday and passed out around 7pm. I was glad to have done my highest weekly mileage for about 3 months, but the aching legs and damaged male sense of direction has taught me an important lesson - Don't get dropped by the group!
In terms of running, I did three runs over the festive period. However the festive food and numerous bottles of Tsingtao beer almost had me paying extra at check-in for the flight back due to being overweight! Since getting back I have been trying to shed those kilograms to look more like Bruce Lee than the Golden Buddha, both of whom I bumped into in Hong Kong.
Two midweek runs were followed up with a long run on Sunday. I ran with the running club, Wimbledon Windmilers aiming to do about 11 miles. Setting off in the wet weather and jumping over puddles/mini-lakes of water on the Thames path I entered Richmond Park. I had been dropped by the group I was running with but using my keen sense of direction felt confident. Having run the route twice before I got to the ballet school in the middle of the park but that's where it all went wrong. I ended up turning right rather than left and came to the incorrect gate to exit the park. I kept running and eventually got the correct gate and just made it back through Wimbledon common and up to the Windmill before my legs gave way.
Sarah was back 50 minutes before me and was about to get a St Bernard, with whiskey round its neck, to sniff my spare sneakers to go out and search for me. I had done 16 miles instead of the 11. I limped around all of Sunday and passed out around 7pm. I was glad to have done my highest weekly mileage for about 3 months, but the aching legs and damaged male sense of direction has taught me an important lesson - Don't get dropped by the group!
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