After the Boston Marathon, I’ve been running my easy runs faster than usual pace. It seems to be coming for the most part naturally, but I am – for sure – slightly pushing myself. It’s not a leisurely run. Comfortable hard. Kinda.
I’m loving it.
The young boy came and we did one kilometre hard, one easy x 4 repeats. I had already done nearly fourteen kilometres by then. This rounded my long run to twenty two and a splendid eight kilometres with him.
The weather is getting increasingly hotter although he seemed to think it was good weather.
Back home after breakfast at Fig, it was on the pull up bar and other antics in the gym.
Writing about Running 