Christmas, what an inconvienent time to marathon train - all that food, booze, bugs from the kids, it's a miracle I managed to get out of bed never mind go for a run. But I did. And I ran very, very slowly around the park for 30 minutes four times a week as per the instructions in my 1990s running book.
Then I got ill and it was Christmas day and I stopped running. Then I started again but only because the boyfriend bought me a really fancy NIKE running watch with GPS thingy and some very cool neon pink compression socks from LA that go right up to the knee. I look like a fashion Jimmy Krankie. Running with the watch I could figure finally out distance (um, I never got into the map thing), and low and behold, when the damn thing finally picked up a signal, I realised I'd run 3 miles in 30 minutes. Not bad I thought, not bad at all.
The watch only worked once.
Then it broke and wouldn't pick up the satellite signal. Fuming I Tweeted Nike with Tom Tom in copy and apparently - even though it's a brand new watch - I have to update the software. I told the boyfriend who reckons technology is a conspiring against me. Oh not again.
I tried the watch again and again but it never picked up signal after that one wear so I've invested in a Garmin watch that's absolutely brilliant and so easy to read.
So anyway, back to the running, I'm not sure how this happened, but all those 30 minute runs over the past few weeks have paid off because today I ran 6 miles without a break - SIX MILES. 6!?!?!
Must be the LA compression socks or possibly the cool watch. Must be.
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