Running postie

I did do a little run on Saturday.  A measly, pathetic 2.21 miles, half of which was walked.  Although, looking at the splits now, I did the first mile in 10:15 which is practically a sprint for me at the mo, so that would be why I gave up on the second mile.  That and the fact that the camber was hurting my left thigh and giving me cramp in my right foot.

So this morning I decided to do another measly, pathetic 2 miles but to avoid the camber and just go to the tree and back.  Very boring.

As it’s a usual damp, cold and misty countryside morning, I put on my hi vis long sleeve top that is usually only pulled out of the drawer for cold dark evening running commutes as I end up roasting in it but as anyone on my Facebook can attest, heat is a dim and distant memory and I need to wrap up warm.

I get outside and BLOODY HELL, IT’S FREEZING and I wonder where my gloves are and I think they’re probably in the box under the stairs and I think I hardly ever wore gloves in London and the countryside is cold and stupid and after about 1.5 miles I finally get the feeling back in my hands and I can see someone running down the road towards me and I think ANOTHER RUNNER, WOO HOO but then I see it’s someone delivering things but he’s only wearing shorts and a t-shirt so I wonder if he’s combining delivering things with keeping fit and he gets closer and I see it’s a postman and I think I’ve never seen a running postie before.

Stats:
Distance: 2.19 miles
Time: 23:57
Pace: 10:55 m/m
Calories: 227 
Heat: 0
Running posties: 1 
Music:
Nine Inch Nails
Radiohead