Another milestone reached

Due to there being no trains tomorrow to St Albans, getting to tomorrow’s 10 mile race on time would mean leaving the house at about 6am, so I drop out of my sixth race in a row and decide to do ten miles locally at a civilised hour; today’s civilised hour of choice being lunchtime.

It’s raining which is my favourite running weather and it’s quite busy with runners and dog walkers over the marshes but today the runners are a bunch of miserable fuckers and don’t smile or say hello like they usually do when it’s raining and I think they must be new year people but they are out in the rain which is usually only the preserve of the hardcore but then I see the man that I’ve seen three or four weeks in a row over there and he says hello and I say hello back and I’m wondering if he just runs round Hackney Marshes all day as I see him every week and I’m always out there at different times and I think maybe he’s my stalker and then I think he might be thinking the same about me. Hmm.

I get back to the marina and past the rowing club and remember that I was going to take a mile detour up Tottenham Marshes then come back down to the street as that should take me up to ten miles by the time I get home but then I think it might be too far and I’ll just get back to the park and go round there until I get to ten miles and I get to the park and I’ve only done 8.9 miles and I think shit, I thought back to home was 9.3 miles so I go round the park a couple of times and there’s a speedy type in there and he laps me and I think bloody hell he’s quick and quite cute too and I wonder how often he runs in the park and then I’ve done ten miles and I seem to have done it without walking or without stopping to take photos of cows or without walking over bridges or without walking up the steep bits, in fact I’ve run the whole ten miles non stop but I did make sure I ate properly yesterday so maybe there’s something in this eating malarky after all.

Today’s route

Stats
Distance: 10.20 miles
Time: 1:52:12
Pace: 10:59
Calories: 959
Races missed tomorrow: 1
Music
The Wombats
The Killers
Cardiacs
Hole
Tori Amos
The Like
Bobby Conn

Food for fuel

My hangover wasn’t as bad as originally envisaged so I got up early to go and do my scheduled 9 miles although I wasn’t sure how far I was going to get due to not having eaten since yesterday lunchtime which I wasn’t sure was the best training strategy nutrition-wise.

I get a mile and a half into the marshes and I stop to look at the sign to see how far Clissold Park is as londonjogger said there’s deer over there and it says 1.5 miles and I think cool, there’s deer just a mile and a half away but I don’t know how to get to the park and I remember that I was going to look in the A-Z but I’d forgotten and I think I can’t go now, I’ll get lost, so I continue down the marshes and the church has gone and they’ve replaced the grass they ruined by dancing all over it or whatever it is Christians do and I get to Hackney Marshes and a couple overtake me on the bridge and I think fucking cheek and they stop to walk round the puddles and I think lightweights and they turn off the way I want to go and I think bollocks, I’ll have to run alongside the river and dodge the puddles and when I get back to the path I see the lightweights ahead of me and I think fuck, I hope I’m not going to be following them all the way round but when they get to the edge of the marshes they turn back and I’ve spent the first 3 miles with the sun in my eyes and the sun must live in Hackney as when I get to the edge of the marshes the sun is huge and right in front of me, blinding me and I have to stop as I can’t see and then I get to the forest bit and there’s still loads of new year people out and I think I should be pleased as I’m usually scared when I’m on my own in the forest bit especially as the Cure song “Forest” always comes into my head at that point which doesn’t help me be any less scared and then I’m back in Walthamstow Marshes and I’m walking and thinking I’m hungry now and when I get home I’m going to have a bacon sandwich and then I remember I have sausages too and I think I’ll have a bacon and sausage sandwich and then I’m in a quandry because then I think maybe I should have one of each and I can’t decide and I think it would be nice if the only thing to ever worry about is whether to have a bacon or sausage sandwich or a bacon and sausage sandwich and I’m running and walking and I’m thinking I’m not going to make 9 miles oh fuck and there’s still loads of new year people and I think oh well they’ll be gone by the end of the month and then I think maybe they’re training for the London marathon in which case they’ll be gone by April and I get up to the rowing club and I’ve got about three miles left and I’m still walking loads and my legs are aching and I’ve got no energy at all and I think that will teach me for not eating and going to the pub instead and I walk most of the remaining three miles and think to myself that next week I will stay in and eat pizza and not drink because next week comes my next milestone of 10 miles, oh yes.

Distance:
9.22 miles
Time: 2:00:44
Pace: 13:05
Calories: 779
Churches: 0
Suns: 1
Sausage and bacon sandwiches: 1
Music:
Faith No More
Cardiacs
The Police
Boomtown Rats
Bee Gees
Bobby Conn
Catatonia
Devo
Primal Scream
Joy Division vs Missy Elliott
Kasabian
Manic Street Preachers
Muse
Sex Pistols

Blog (part 2)

Yeah ok, I’m out of bed. In fact, I’ve been out of bed for a few hours as, after getting out of bed to write those 30 words in my previous post, I did manage not to crawl back into my pit and hide from the world.

If it wasn’t for the fact that both my Garmin and my N95 tell me that I ran 9 miles today, I wouldn’t believe it as, when I woke up I vowed never ever ever to run again; told myself I wasn’t doing my 10 mile race on 20 January; and not going to bother with my half marathon either and even hid in the Yellow Advertiser the Runner’s World mag that came through the door this morning in a timely fashion just to piss me off further.

But I eventually stopped feeling sorry for myself and got out of bed and went to the marshes for my scheduled 9 miles. And I did see the cows and they were close up but I forgot to take the multi-grain bread that I am reliably informed is made for cows to feed them with.

I did also see a lot of New Year runners, I had been wondering who all these new people were over the marshes running and thought they didn’t look like the normal runners I see over there, especially the man in combat trousers although he was definitely a runner and not just running for the bus or something (not that there are many buses over the marshes, in fact, there aren’t many at all, in a none at all kind of way) because he was with a running-kitted-out girl and they were in front of me but I somehow managed to catch them up even though I was going really really slowly so I stopped to walk but still managed to catch them up when I started running again so I stopped to walk again but then caught them up again so then they started to annoy me so I overtook them and I somehow managed to get round my 9 miles and go home and go back to bed.

I saw a cute puppy though and it made me smile.

Stats:
As below.

Blog

I ran round the marshes.  I saw cows.  I saw lots of New Year runners.  Then I went back to bed.  I think I’m going to stay there all day.

Stats:
Distance: 9.09 miles
Time: 1:52:48
Pace: 12:24
Calories: 824
Cows: 6
New Year runners: lots
Beds: 1
Music:
Faith No More
Bobby Conn
Hole
Polyphonic Spree
Stereo Total
X-Ray Spex
Libertines

First run of the year

I, not very surprisingly, slacked off from the Serpentine New Year’s Day 10k, deciding that staying where I was was far preferable than dragging my hangover round Hyde Park for over an hour, although I did keep checking my watch to keep up with how far I would be round it, so I think that almost counts as actually running it.  So, as I have just about recovered now from New Year’s Eve, I thought I’d better get unslack and get out there even though it was looking a bit gloomy but I had it on good authority that murderers only come out in the dark and anyway, on a weekday lunchtime, they should be at their day jobs.

I wimped out of sitting on the wall while my N95 and Garmin GPSd themselves up, and put them in the garden while I stayed in the warm for a bit longer then ventured outside to see if I still knew how to put one foot in front of the other.

I did an incredibly lame 7 miles round the marshes which included a lot of walking but didn’t include any photo based emergencies, even when I saw a strange yellow bird, so I think the no photos cancels out the walking bits.  Hurrah.

Now I need to decide on my drinking in January plans.  Kate’s cut out completely, Tracey’s only drinking free alcohol and Gary’s cutting out drinking on his own unless it’s Friday or Saturday.  I think I like Gary’s idea best.

Stats
Distance: 7.12 miles
Time: 1:26:21
Pace: 12:07
Calories: 664
Walking breaks: lots
Photo emergencies: 0
Music
Babyshambles
Polyphonic Spree
No Doubt
Manic Street Preachers
Cardiacs
Idle Vice Pirate
The Cure
Au Pairs
Hard-Fi
David Bowie

Last run of the year

Due to my hangover testifying that red wine, white wine and champagne aren’t a good mix, I wake up and think I’ll go out for my eight miles tomorrow instead of today and then I remember the text last night from Tracey which said did I want to go for a free drink tomorrow in Ilford and then into town for another free drink at a casino and instead of replying no I have to stay in and drink water and get up and run eight miles and anyway I have no desire to go to Ilford due to me spending the first 19 years of my life there and it being full of Essex people and I don’t want to go gambling, the lure of the words “free” and “drink” compel me to text back and say yeah, sounds good, email me details.

And I look out of the window and it is a nice bright sunny day and I think I bet it’s nice over the marshes but it’s still not motivating me very much but I get changed into my running kit and go outside and do my usual sit on the wall thing and wait for a satellite which takes longer now due to me being addicted to the Nokia Sports Tracker website so now I have to take my N95 out with me which takes ages and ages to pick up a signal but it does eventually and I shove it in my pocket where I promise myself it will stay for the duration of the eight miles and not get taken out of my pocket for any photo based emergencies.

It’s busy over the marshes and I think don’t these people know the marshes are for my sole use only? well, me and the Kingsway International Christian Centre who I am reliably informed is the biggest church in London, if not the UK, anyway. At least until 9 January when they take down their big metal triangle and remove it from the marshes and the marshes can get on with its important task of being a nature reserve.

Amongst the people is a couple running and the bloke’s wearing a rucksack and the girl isn’t and I wonder if he’s carrying all her stuff and I decide he probably is and I wonder if she had to ask him or if he just offered and I decide he looks gentlemanly and probably didn’t have to be asked and just offered and then they get to the cattle grid and he runs over it while she stops and tentatively walks across it and then I get to the cattle grid and stop and tentatively walk across it and then they’re up to the ice rink and I think please don’t be going into Hackney Marshes as I don’t want to follow you for the next six miles and they turn off and I think hooray and then I think oh actually, as I’m just about to go into Hackney Marshes, the entire population can escort me if it wants to, as long as it buggers off once we get back to Walthamstow and there’s quite a few people over Hackney Marshes too and I think the nice weather must have brought people out and then I see a man in a Rasta hat down by the river and I wonder if he’s rolling a spliff and then I think that is a huge generalisation but I decide he probably is rolling a spliff anyway and wonder if he’ll give me a puff but then I remember that I don’t smoke and never liked dope anyway and then I see some more exercise related things that I never noticed before and there’s an arm stretch but it’s so high up and the only person I know tall enough to reach it is Bear and I think he probably doesn’t frequent Hackney Marshes that often and in fact has probably never even been to Hackney Marshes and even if he had, I’m even more sure that Hackney Council probably didn’t build an arm stretch just for him.

I’m back in Walthamstow and running up to where I think the cows live now and I look at my Garmin and I think I’m on track for my fastest 10k ever and I get to where the cows should be but they’re not there and I must have got it wrong where I thought they were in relation to where I saw them as I thought today’s route would take me nearer them and I’m wondering where they are and I think they must be the other side of the railway bridge but you can’t really get through there to anywhere and I look at my Garmin and wonder what is more important, a 10k PB or cows? and so I go through the bridge to look for the cows but it’s all muddy and I have to stop and I can’t get through there to anywhere so I turn around and go to go back through the underpass and a runner comes along and I stop to let him go first but he stops and turns back and I wonder if he’s taking the not dedicated to the public sign seriously and I go through the underpass and I remember the steep bit and I think if I walk up the steep bit I’m not going to get my fastest ever 10k time so I run up it and I look at my Garmin and it seems to be broken as the time seems to be ticking away but the mileage seems to have stopped but eventually it does get to 10k in 1:08 which, along with the 10k in which the football incident occurred, is my fastest ever, hurrah.

Then I’m on the most boring stretch of road in the world ever that leads out of the marshes and I’m thinking about the casino and I’m wondering if it’s smart dress only and am I going to have to wear a dress and heels as I’m not a girly girl and I only wear jeans and Converse and I have a hangover and hangover and heels do not mix, they mix even less well than eight miles and hangovers and I look at my Garmin and it’s on seven miles exactly and I get to the park and it’s on 7.3 miles and I’m thinking one lap of the park is point 4 miles I think and can I wimp out after 7.7 miles as I am extremely knackered and I think no, no wimping out, so I go round the park and then it gets to 7.5 miles and I think point 5 to go, that’s ok, then I realise that point 5 is half a mile and half a mile sounds far and I think I. Can. Not. Run. For. A. Nother. Half. A. Mile. And there’s a man throwing a stick for a dog and he smiles and says morning and I attempt to smile back but not sure if I managed it and I still haven’t done 8 miles and I think I can’t go round the park again as the man will say hello again and I’ll have to attempt to smile again and it was hard enough the first time and I leave the park as I have to investigate the bus stop anyway to see what times the buses are that will take me to my Essex homeland and so I do some bus stop investigating and it says it takes 43 minutes and I think can I sit on a bus for 43 minutes? Eek.

Stats:
Distance: 8.04 miles
Time: 1:25:40
Pace: 10:38
Calories: 756
Photo based emergencies: 0
Music:
No Doubt
The Polyphonic Spree
Faith No More
The Cure
Idle Vice Pirate
The Secret Machines
Ash
Tricky
The Crescent

Cows and christians

My schedule has me down for 6 miles before Friday, as last week started on Friday and I was under instructions not to take any photos and I promise myself that I won’t take any photos but I have to take the N95 because I found out from Warriorwoman that there’s a new version of the Sports Tracks software and a rather nifty website to upload all your stats to, so what’s a geek girl to do, but to run off and get the software and test out the new website.  Cool.

I get outside the house and there’s a dead rat and I instinctively go to get my camera out of my pocket but remember the no photo rule and think no one’s going to want to see a photo of a dead rat anyway and I go and sit on the wall while my Garmin and my N95 pick up a satellite.  Last time I took my N95 out for its GPS purposes instead of its photo emergency purpose or phone for help in an emergency purpose, it didn’t seem to keep a signal in my pocket but this time I just think fuck it, I’m not holding it, it can go in my pocket and I’ll see if it can keep up, I have the Garmin for back up anyway.

I get to my favourite bridge and I think I’m going to turn left and see if the cows have been moved down there because I’ve never been down there but it only brings me back to the first bridge and so I turn back round and head off towards the new strange building and on the other side of the marshes I SEE THE COWS.  Yah.  But they’re on the other side and too far away for me to take a picture but obviously I am still adhering to the no photo rule and I wonder if the no photo rule applies to cows and I decide it probably does and even maybe especially does and I think bollocks, I won’t be coming back that way either but never mind and I get further along and there’s a sign that tells me what the new building is.   And this is definitely a photo emergency so I take a picture.

It’s definitely not a roast potato factory.  It’s a Christian centre which is obviously what we need built in the middle of a fucking nature reserve.  But it’s going after 9 January 2008, hurrah.  And I don’t need a roast potato factory anyway as I took the plunge and made roast potatoes on Christmas Day for the first time ever and very nice they were too.  I am a potato goddess.

I drag myself round Hackney Marshes and I see the cutest puppy in the world ever, made even more cute by the fact he’s wearing a bandana round his neck and it reminds me of my old cat Stupid who had a bandana round her neck and looked very cute too and I wonder how accommodating my current cat would be if I tried to put a bandana round her neck and I decide she would probably try to kill me.

I eventually get home after the slowest 10k in the world ever and the N95 has managed to keep its signal even from my pocket and I upload the stats to the website which I’m not going to link to here as people can zoom right in but here’s a screenshot.

And it even grasses you up for taking pictures by putting a little camera icon on the map where you took a picture.  Cool.

Stats (from the Garmin):
Distance: 6.67 miles
Time: 1:17:28
Pace: 11:37
Calories: 627
Cows: 6
Christian centres: 1
Puppies with bandanas: 1
Music:
Ween
Manic Street Preachers
Devo
The Gossip
The Young Knives
The Specials
Madness
Baby Teeth
The Polyphonic Spree
Faith No More
Transvision  Vamp
Kasabian
B52s
Baby Bird
Terrorvision
Cardiacs
Cribs
Citizen Fish

Merry Christmas

As I have a cast iron guarantee that murderers stay in on Christmas Day, and because I am spending Christmas Day on my own this year which means I won’t be drunk by lunchtime, and because I need to fit in two runs before Friday, I load up my iPod and brace myself for 9 miles in the gloomy, cold, wet and windy weather. Blimey, anyone would think it was Winter or something.

The cows have still gone but now there is a cattle grid and a proper cattle grid this time, not just a sheet of metal and I think what’s the point of that, the cows have gone now.

And I think how the fuck am I supposed to get over that? The holes are huge and they’re all wet and I can’t go around it as it seems to be gated off but I manage to get over it without falling over, unlike on my birthday when I apparently informed everyone I was going to run home, got about ten feet and then fell over, whereupon I was promptly poured into a cab.

And then I’m thinking I should make something for my dinner but I don’t know what to have as I haven’t been to the shops and I think maybe I should have thought of this before Christmas Day and I think I could go to the shops and get some potatoes and make roast potatoes, seeing as I’ve been kicking up a fuss about office parties offering veggies risotto instead of roast potatoes but I don’t know how to make roast potatoes but I don’t suppose it can be that difficult and the big building’s still there in the marshes and I can hear noises coming from inside it and I think maybe it’s a roast potato factory and they’ll give me some roast potatoes but then dozens of very smartly dressed people come into the marshes and head towards the building and I think oh, it must be some religious thing and not a roast potato thing. Damn.

And I get around Hackney Marshes without getting murdered so the cast iron guarantee about murderers must be true and I’m back at Walthamstow marshes and there may not be cows anymore but the horses are still there

and I decide to continue up past the river and I see some ducks. Or Canadian geese. Or some sort of bird anyway, but not the huge mechanical ones that were in my dream last night crashing everywhere.

And then I’m back on the street and suddenly the road turns into a lake and I wonder how deep it is so I put my foot in it and fuck, it’s deep so I side step onto the railings and make it past the road-lake and then after 9 miles, I’m home, soaked.

Today’s route

Stats:
Distance: 9.3 miles
Time: 1:51:08
Pace: 11:57
Calories: 875
Cows: 0
Roast potatoes: 0
Religious people: lots
Road-lakes: 1
Music:
Hole
Crazy Frog
Peeping Tom
Maximo Park
My Bloody Valentine
Devo
Baby Teeth
Mr & Mrs Smith
Andre 3000
Elastica
Subhumans
The Polyphonic Spree
The Specials
Madness
Mark Ronson
The Gossip
The Young Knives
The Damned
Catatonia
The B52s
Manic Street Preachers
Faith No More

The modern scientific training regime

As is becoming a bit of a Friday habit, I stay up late drinking wine and get the munchies but I have it on good authority that the most important elements of a modern scientific training regime are: (1) quality rest periods; (2) balanced nutrition; and (3) effective hydration. AKA lie-ins, chips and beer.  Or in my case lie-ins, cheese toasties and wine.

So I get up late and email Bear and say I stayed up late drinking wine, do I have to go out for 7 miles this morning? and he emails me back and says no, you have to do 8 miles, I checked your schedule.  Bollocks.

I eventually leave the house around lunchtime and I go past a house that’s for sale which has the advantage of being on the edge of the marshes but also has the disadvantage of being about 5 seconds walk from Ex Boyfriend’s house and I wonder if I bought that house how accommodating would he be if I went round to borrow a cup of sugar and I decide probably not very so I decide not to buy that house and as I get to the bridge where Ben came off his bike and broke his jaw there’s a man running really slowly and I follow him through the bridge and I’ve nearly caught him up and he’s obviously more of a finely tuned athlete than I am as he runs up the bridge at the marina whereas I do my usual stop and walk up it thing and I’m thinking please don’t go the same way as me as I’m going to have to overtake you, even I don’t run that slowly and if I overtake you, I’m going to feel bad and he does turn the way I’m going but he sticks to the path and I go alongside the river and I overtake him and then I get to my favourite bridge and Slow Bloke doesn’t go over the bridge but carries on and I get over the bridge and I think hang on a minute, weren’t the cows here last week? but the cows aren’t here now and I think maybe they’ve gone back to where they used to live and I wonder if the cows got confused with all this moving about or maybe they just got pissed off and I got to where the cows used to live but THE COWS AREN’T THERE.  Fuck.  Where have the cows gone?

And in place of the cows is this building thing.

And I think that’s no good, cows are better than buildings and what the fuck is it anyway?  And I get across the road and there’s a group of cyclists stopped off at the pub and I think I quite fancy a drink but I have no money on me and I wonder if they’d swap a pint for a photo of a cow and I think probably not so I continue on my way.

I get through Hackney Marshes without getting murdered and as I go through the bridge at Lea Bridge Road, Slow Bloke comes through and he says morning and I say hello back and then I wonder which route he took and then I think oh my god, if he came the direct way here from where I left him, that is seriously slow and I think no, he must have gone a different way and then I think why did he say morning when it’s about 1:30pm? and then I’m back at the stables and I’ve gone 6 miles and I need to do another two and I’m only a mile from home and I don’t know which way to go to make up the miles and I think shit, I should have thought of this before I left the house and I continue through the marshes and go through the bridge and there’s this sign

and I don’t know what it means.  Who’s not dedicated to the public and why not? And I leave the marshes the way I came in and then I’m at the park and I have about a mile to do so I go into the park and there’s people playing football which doesn’t help much with my football phobia and I do a lap of the park and then go round the edge of the sports field and back onto the street and then I’m home and I’ve done my longest outside run ever ever ever.

Today’s route

Stats:
Distance: 8.29 miles
Time: 1:33:59
Pace: 11:20
Calories: 720
Cows: 0
Slow Blokes: 1
Dedication to the public: 0
Music:
Polyphonic Spree
Rollins Band
Faith No More
The Cure
Stereo Total
Mark Ronson
Cardiacs
Chumbawamba
The Cooper Temple Clause
The Damned
Hole
The Horrors
Junior Senior
Sex Pistols
Ween
White Stripes

SogJog

After sleeping the best sleep I’ve had for months, I get up and wonder if a bottle and a half of wine was the best pre-run fuel I could have chosen but I feel remarkably ok and I’m looking forward to going out for 7 miles as per my schedule although it’s getting late and I’m not very good at running later in the day and it’s pissing down but I remind myself that I like running in the rain and my iPod eventually updates and it’s chosen some great tunes for me and I go outside and wait for my Garmin to get a signal and it’s taking ages and ages and ages and I go and stand on the other side of the road and it’s still taking ages and ages and ages and I’m getting soaked and freezing and after about ten minutes I think fuck it, I’m going home, I can’t run without my Garmin, and I cross the road to go home and it springs into action and I think oh I’ve got no excuse now but there’s a bunch of hoodies under the bridge and I wonder if they’re just sheltering from the rain or waiting for someone to murder but as I was waiting for my Garmin to get a signal a couple of people had come through the bridge without getting murdered so I decide to be brave and run under the bridge and through the hoodies and they let me go through without murdering me which is handy as getting murdered would fuck up my training a bit.

I get to the marshes and to the marina and I remember I need to check up on the cows as I haven’t seen them from the train this week and I hope they’re not gone because they’re usually there until January and I get over my favourite bridge and HOORAY the cows are there, they’ve just been moved and that’s why I couldn’t see them from the train and I wonder why they’ve been moved and they’re not fenced in in their new location and there’s a man in with them

and I wonder if cows are friendly because my knowledge of cows is very limited what with me being a townie and that but I don’t think they’re as friendly as horses and they might not appreciate me going and stroking them and I stand there and decide whether to go over to the cows but I decide to be chicken and carry on running down to where the cows used to live and just past there they’re building something

and I think what the fuck are they building on my marshes? and there’s a van with Arena Structures on it and I think an arena? maybe some bands will play here, that’ll be cool, maybe Bobby or Cardiacs will play and just a mile away from my house too, yay.

And I get past the ice rink and to the pub by the river and Bear had emailed me and  requested some chips from the pub but the pub is shut so I text him to tell him he can’t have any chips and a three legged dog comes past and I go over the bridge and it’s still raining and there’s loads of puddles on the path and I decide not to run by the river in case I fall in as the path is narrow so I take a detour and then I haven’t a clue where I am but I follow the path round and I eventually find myself back on familiar territory and a runner comes past and obviously as only finely tuned athletes run when it’s pissing down, he recognises me as a fellow finely tuned athlete and gives me a wave and after four miles I get some feeling back in my hands which have just about warmed up and I think next time I’ll take my gloves and then another runner also recognises me as a fellow finely tuned athlete and smiles at me and I think other runners are friendlier when it’s raining, and then I’m under the bridge and out of Hackney Marshes and I run up the steep bit for the first time ever and pass the stables and over the footbridge and then I’m back out on the road and when I get through the bread factories I’ve done 10k and I need to do another mile and I go up to the sports field but there’s about a million people in there playing football so I go round the edge and into the park and half a lap of the park later I’ve done 7 miles and am back to where I was in my schedule before I got injured, hurrah.

Today’s route

Stats
Distance: 7.05 miles
Time: 1:18:27
Pace: 11.07
Calories: 637
Weather: pissing down
Cows moved: 6
Building works over marshes: 1
Three legged dogs: 1
Runners being friendly: 2
Music
Faith No More
The Cure
Belle and Sebastian
Devo
Polyphonic Spree
Jamiroquai
Rollins Band
Rolling Stones
Stereo Total
Hole
Marc Almond
Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster
Daisy Chainsaw
Ween