I've had a busy week, had to drive from home, Portsmouth to Maidstone, on Monday and Tuesday, 204 miles each time. I used to commute to London for 3 years until 10 years ago, my two journeys reminded me what a crappy life I had then! It was my own fault, I was offered good money to supervise a few people and couldn't resist it. I was so pleased when my contract ended.
When I got back to Portsmouth on Tuesday I felt good and decided to go for a run around Farlington Marshes, a local bird sanctuary. I run here most days and the best I've done on this circuit is 24 mins, 33 secs. On Tuesday I ran it in 23 mins 21 secs, I couldn'y believe it, that's similar to the times I used to achieve before I had my prostate removed in 2015. I felt so good!
Then I went and spoilt it all! I went to the pub last night, drank too much and now have a hangover to get rid of. In about an hour I'm going to stroll about 5 miles around Queen Elizabeth Country Park, that's the best I can do today.
When I came downstairs this morning my wife had that 'look' of disapproval on her face!